Old Beard Green Robe
Dialogue
You! Help, or get lost!
Another fool approaches!
At last, help?
Don't just stand there!
I'm busy.
Are you from the House of Novators?
Save me, for pity's sake!
Relieve my suffering!
You, do something!
Ugh. What do you want?
Who am I? Are you daft?!
You must be one of those fools from the portals...
I'm Eadric Barrow, the renowned expert on ancient technology.
Surely, you've heard of my groundbreaking work!
Foolish of me to expect any sign of intelligence in this cesspool of ignorance.
You wouldn't understand the complexities of my work.
How am I? How dare you ask?
Trapped like a mere rodent by these diabolical stones!
The House of Novators swore to rescue me, yet where are they?
I am Eadric Barrow, for heaven's sake!
Reduced to begging for help from wandering strangers. It's humiliating!
If you have any wit about you, you'd find a way to free me!
Ah, this accursed place?
You stand upon the North Mound, my relentless prison.
A marvel of forgotten eras and arcane design.
These infernal stones, part of an intricate mechanism, hold me captive with unseen chains.
The device's purpose? Ah, that's the question, isn't it?
I theorise it was designed to trap labourers, ensuring they could never escape their relentless toil.
Just imagine, a sophisticated deterrent against desertion, a jailer with neither walls nor bars.
A testament to the ancients' brilliance and cruelty, wouldn't you agree?
One that only I, Eadric Barrow, can escape!
Help from you? Hardly necessary.
I can help myself, thank you.
The House of Novators will handle this.
I await the House of Novators, not amateurs.
I've summoned the finest; your aid is redundant.
The House of Novators will soon resolve this.
Assistance? Only from the best, thank you.
I expect professionals, not passersby.
I'll be rescued by genius, not idiocy.
Save your efforts; I await true competence.
The finest minds are already on their way.
Do I need help? More like, do you need an education?
Oh fine, I suppose I can let you assist.
Consider it a lesson.
If only to amuse myself by watching your attempts.
I'm granting you the rare honour of aiding a genius.
Very well, I deign to allow you to be useful.
I suppose your bungling might entertain these stones.
Yes, yes. It's for your own growth, really.
I'll permit it, if only to improve your pathetic skills.
Your help could be a passable distraction. Proceed.
Oh, if I must depend on your meagre talents.