This kid...
You: How have things been?
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman: I hear that there is an insurrection against The Council of Owners in Lyricfin.
You: This must be stopped by any means at our disposal.
You: Tell me about the local ruler.
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman: The Council of Owners rules Lyricfin. Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes is lord. I don't know anything else about them.
You: Does anybody else still have a stake in these lands?
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman: There are no fewer than eleven other groups vying for control.
Beso Otngelide, Child: Hello Lurit. Let's not hurt anybody.
You: Hello. It is good to see you. This servant of Tura Primereins greets you.
The Child spits!
The flying Beso Yawnedsounds's human spit misses You!
Beso Otngelide, Child: Murderer!
Beso Otngelide, Child (to Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman): Hello Tirin.
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman (to Beso Otngelide, Child): Hey. It is good to see you.
Beso Otngelide, Child (to Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman): I hear that there is an insurrection against The Council of Owners in Lyricfin.
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman (to Beso Otngelide, Child): It was inevitable.
(BTW: *I* am Lurit Bedstuck, and this kid watched me murder his whole family right in front of him. I tried to kidnap him, but he won't join me and I don't know if I can grab him by the wrist and just.... take him.)