@match goblin|prisoner I just don't know where he went, so I opened the cell door but could not find him. @match escape|escaped|sad|unhappy I going to be boiled in oil for letting that goblin get away. @match * I only nodded of for a minute, and the goblin prisoner escaped!

@match goblin|prisoner|what|when When the guard fell asleep at his post, the prisoner escaped. @match escape|escaped|how|tunnel He dug a tunnel under his bed! Goblins are great tunnelers you know. Probably left for Goblin Isle. @match isle Yes that is where he said he lived. Also said that it was full of treasure. @match treasure|where You can get to Goblin Isle via Port Joseph. Just go down his tunnel and follow his escape route. @match * I saw what happened to the goblin prisoner.

@match husband|murder|murdering Just because I was holding a bloody knife above my husbands body. @match body|knife But it was that troll that came out of the cellar that did it. Not me! @match cellar|it|troll Argghh, My poor husband. Boo hooo.... @match * They accuse me of murdering my husband!

@match * Fight Fight Fight Oh my head... Bar tender can I have another?

@match * I'm innocent I tell ye. I was a bystander of the fight in Gorks!

@match * I was hit on the head by a flying bottle in Gork's Tavern. Next thing I knew I was here in jail

@match * That was the best fight I have ever seen in Gork's Tavern. I'll love to do that again.

@match * I was caught in a fight in Gork's Tavern. What an experience that was! I wonder what other things this town has to offer.

@match game|post|won This post has become the most sort after post amongst the guards. It has the best view in the prison! @match clothes Give her cloths, and spoil the view! Not likely. @match view|watch Yes can't you see the great looking lass across the corridor. Such long legs and so big too. @match * I won this post from the other guards in a game. Now go away and let me watch the great view.

@match yes If you can get me out of here, I can make it worth your while, sweety. @match no Pity, we could have some fun. @match * Hey honey want a good time?

@match clothes|dress|yes Oh thank you. Please give them to me. @match no Oh you are just as mean as the prison guards. @match guard|guards They won't give me any clothes either. And I hear the post across the corridor has become a most prized job by the guards! @match arrested|naked|streaking I had to run from my home in the middle of the night, as band of orc's crashed though the bedroom door! @match address|home|name|where I'm Alfalfa, and I live, or used to live at, Number 32, River Road. Oh please get rid of those horrible Orc's and I'll give you a Merchants Gate Pass. @match gate|merchant|pass Just go to the furthest corner from the door and dug into the wall and you will find it. @match * I was arrested for streaking. Do you have any spare clothes?

@match * Oh no you are leaving muddy foot prints all over the floor. And after all my hard work too.

@match name I'm Eric and I and I used to be a Cleric. @match bad|boy Yes I graffitied on the `Street of Gods' signpost and now I am a prisoner here. @match prisoner Of both men and my god! The guard there torments me with a poem, and my god stripped me of my powers. (looks sad) @match poem|powers|stripped Ask the guard about that, I am sure he'll repeat the poem about my demise again. And again. And again... @match revenge Against my god for stripping me of my clerical powers. It was only a little mistake. @match mistake Arrgghhh! Just ask the guard for the poem! I only misspelt my gods name! @match god|gods|graffiti|graffitied|sign|signpost|street Go see for yourself. They couldn't have erased my message from the signpost for the Street of the Gods (grin). It was my little revenge. @match * I've been a bad boy. (grin)

@match cleric|eric|poem A priestly young person called Eric, Whilst practising to be a cleric, Misspelt his god's name, 'twas really a shame, And thus ended Eric, the cleric. @match job I torment the prisoners! Like Eric in the cell right here! @match courtyard Yes we have it full of captured monsters which infest the city. @match city Something should be done. @match * The courtyard is dangerous -- no entry! Now let me get on with my job.

@match do|it|what I am innocent I tell ye! Innocent! @match innocent I don't know how that lady's purse ended up in my pocket! I was framed! @match frame|framed Wise guy ha! Well Phooey to you too. I want my lawyer. @match * I didn't do it

@match * No visitors allowed.

@match * Get Lost, Punk!