Bembo

Bembo
Status:	Alive
Race:	Halfling
Gender:	Male
Location:	Riverhaven (Ranik Map 30)

This NPC will inform a Thief of their reputation.

Description

A faint cloud of sweet-scented blue smoke lingers around the Halfling's dark hair as he puffs upon his cigar. He wears the standard uniform of a sailor on a merchant ship -- dark blue trousers with an off-white cotton shirt and a low cap. His only piece of jewelry is a thumb-ring engraved with an unidentifiable crest.

Conversation Topics

• BARON: "Never met the man, meself," the Halfling sailor says. "How would the likes of me be knowing a Baron?"
• BIRD: "Outta my way, I'm busy if you aren't," the Halfling sailor growls.
• BOAT: "Outta my way, I'm busy if you aren't," the Halfling sailor growls.
• CROW: A Halfling sailor grunts, "Some as say they're birds of ill omen. Me, I say they're birds, with no sense to be giving omens."
• CUSTOMS/TAXES: A Halfling sailor's eyes narrow and he spits in disgust. "Bloody bureaucrats, should dump the whole lot of em overboard and see how many can swim."
• ELF: "Outta my way, I'm busy if you aren't," the Halfling sailor growls.
• LANGENFIRTH: The Halfling sailor barks a short laugh. "Got me ship up that way, off some Elf. Bet he still thinks it's at the bottom of the lake, silly sap. You'd think me boat has a soul, to listen to that one go on. Still, it's a good ship, best I ever had."
• REPUTATION: A Halfling sailor says, "Ain't heard nothing about you, though I've heard some things as make me anxious to meet your mother."
• RIVERHAVEN: "Good town," the Halfling sailor says, puffing at his cigar. "Lots of folk here willing to pay to get what they want, so a businessman can prosper."
• SAILOR: "Eh," the Halfling sailor shrugs. "Nothing much to tell."
• SHIP: "Why d'you want to know?" The Halfling sailor's eyes narrow. "You're not from the customs office, are you?"
• SMUGGLING: A Halfling sailor says, "Yeah, I hear they been having a problem with that of late."
• SWAN: A Halfling sailor grunts, "Pretty birds. You see em on the river sometimes, paddling about in the shallows."
• THERENGIA: "Born here," the Halfling sailor growls, "and I'm sure I'll be dyin' here too, probably driven to starvation by the Baron's taxes."
• THIEF: The Halfling sailor draws himself up straight and shouts, "What? WHAT?! I'm a respectable sailor, I am. What would I be knowing bout that? You want thieves, you go talk to the tax collectors as are driving honest citizens out of business, then!" Calming down, he turns away and studiously ignores you.
• THIEF GUILD: "Outta my way, I'm busy if you aren't," the Halfling sailor growls.
• ZOLUREN: "I don't have much doings down south," the Halfling sailor says.
• Everything else: The Halfling sailor exhales deliberately, sending a cloud of smoke in your face, then taps some ash from his cigar. Must be a taciturn type.