Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Business is slow here. Seems the Gare-un... Gare-oon... the desert people... have some religious problem with stout. Can ye imagine? Turning up your nose at a good highland stout... I dinna understand 'em. Had to make a deal with al-Luq of Yaraq to sell Cove Apple Cider. It's all they'll buy."
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Did yeh only come to sell? Buy a stout!"
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Aye, I came here from Arwic. Once thought I'd make a fortune there, so ah spent most of me savings to buy a plot of land in town. Land was expensive in Arwic, yeh know. A'course, the damned Shadows saw to make my land into a smoking hole!"
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Now, the Bey will say otherwise, but I'm tellin' yeh straight. There's a bloody big rat down in the sewers, and the thing spits lightning bolts."
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "That scribe, Sifida... She's a bit off in the head, if yeh take my meaning. She came here from Tufa. Doesn't say much, just keeps to herself."
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Yeh know what I think? I think the desert people just string a bunch of letters together to make their names. I mean, look at the jeweler. Jurraf al-somethingorother. Looks kinda like 'diggy-quitter.' Why can't they use good, pronounceable Aluvian names, like 'Gondibyr,' or 'Fadmynda?'"
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "You ever hear of Knath'taed? Funny lil' critters. They like to hang around in the lower caves. Looks like the Empyrean put up doors to keep 'em out. Dunno why they didn't just kill 'em all."
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "We get a lot of mages through here. Seems there's something down in the lower caverns they're interested in. I don' know much about that finger-wiggling bunk meself, but I reckon it must be somethin' pretty important to them."
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "When Xarabydun was first explored, they found a good lot of books in the lower levels. Now I don' know much about book learnin' meself, but whatever was in them must have been pretty important. Those swishy academics from Zaikhal fairly ran here to get at 'em, and carried them all away. Could be they forgot some, though."
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Not bad, not bad. But are ye gonna drink like a real man, or unload food on me like some bleedin' merchie?"
Barkeep Anarn tells you, "Come back anytime, mate. I'll keep the taps flowing."
