Stranger: Hey there traveler! Is there anything I can help you with?
 I’m very hungry, do you know where I can get food?
 Yes, I’m looking for a place to stay.
 You know what this building used to be?
 Kick rocks hobo!
Stranger: I don’t reckon I do. Would you like some food?
 It actually used to be the clubhouse for the Porcellian Club. They punched me.
 Ah yes, food! Thank you.
 Eh, it doesn’t matter. Do you know where I can find shelter?
 (Sarcastic) Oh yeah, I’m starving! (Slap food out of hand) I don’t need fucking handouts!
Stranger: I don’t know what that means. I hear there is a warlord in these parts looking for someone to carry out an assasination.
 Could you mark his location on my map?
 I was once a warrior, maybe I could help him. Could you mark him on my map?
 I don’t do much killing, but maybe he has other tasks. Could you point me in his direction?
 Oh, basically it means I was invited to join this pretty elite social club. Well, invited to the first round of cocktail style mixer events where you can demonstrate your social prowess. I never heard back for round two, but I don’t think much of it. I didn’t really try that hard. The good old days, eh?
[YOU DIED OF HUNGER]