Master Myr'dril

Dirge's associate or not, you will die!


 * Master Myr'dril: You are the foolish that Dirge suckered into getting the Oath of Droaam?
 * You: Dirge told me you were his friend. Can you help me enter the contest and win the axe?
 * Master Myr'dril: none of the Tharashk promoters will want a in the fights.
 * Master Myr'dril: But, the crowds here are bloodthirsty... if they see you in the arena, they will demand that you fight—the promoters cannot deny the crowd!
 * Master Myr'dril: If you can get past Urgol the Registrar, you can make your way into the arena. I can give you a password to do it, but that'll be a grave risk to my life. Gold can compensate for that risk... say 1,000 gold coins?
 * You: 1,000 gold for the password - deal!
 * Master Myr'dril: The password id 'roast halfling.' Tell that to Urgol the Registrar and he'll allow you to pass.
 * Master Myr'dril: Now go, and never speak to me again.
 * You: (Intimidate) You'll give me the password for free, or you'll be the one who pays!
 * Master Myr'dril: ?????????????????
 * You: Thanks for your help. I'll find Urgol the Registrar.
 * Master Myr'dril: ?????????????????
 * You: No one speaks to me that way and lives!
 * Master Myr'dril: ?????????????

After paying for the password, if you talk to him again, he will say:


 * Master Myr'dril:, I will speak with you no more! Out of my sight!
 * You: wait! I need your help! (Start battle)
 * Master Myr'dril: Dirge's associate or not, you will die!
 * You: Beat a hasty retreat. (Walk away)