@0  = ~Hey there. How's that mace working out fer ye?~
@1  = ~Is there something you want, or are you just making conversation?~
@2  = ~Leave me alone!~
@3  = ~It's a very fine weapon indeed, Otho. Thanks.~
@4  = ~Right to the heart of the matter, huh? You young people have no patience. Very well... My nephew Tearlac of the Truehammer clan came through here a couple of days ago with a group of young dwarves. He told me that they would return that evening. Began to worry when they didn't return and feared that they had come into some trouble. Well, this morning my worries were confirmed. Young Drunor, a good friend of Tearlac, told me that the group was jumped by a group of orcs to the south of here. It would really do this old dwarf's heart good if ye could find him and return him to safety for me.~
@5  = ~A group of dwarven fighters should be able to handle themselves well enough on their own. We have more important things to do.~
@6  = ~We'll do as you ask, Otho. You can rest assured that we'll do our best!~
@7  = ~And what would our help be worth to you?~
@8  = ~And I thought ye were a bunch of heroes! A bunch of cowards is more like it. I'll just have to find another group of heroes. I heard the the Maulers of the Undermountain are in Baldur's Gate. Bet they would help me.~
@9  = ~Warms my heart to hear that, it does. A mace is a difficult weapon to craft, you know. Maybe not so hard as a sword, that's true, but still. The head of the mace must be balanced perfectly, so every hit will have maximum crushing power...oh. I almost forgot what I wanted to talk to you about. My nephew Tearlac of the Truehammer clan came through here a couple of days ago with a group of young dwarves. He told me that they would return that evening. Began to worry when they didn't return and feared that they had come into some trouble. Well, this morning my worries were confirmed. Young Drunor, a good friend of Tearlac, told me that the group was jumped by a group of orcs to the south of here. It would really do this old dwarf's heart good if you could find him and return him to safety for me.~
@10 = ~We will find your nephew and bring him back to you unharmed!~
@11 = ~I am sorry to say that we have no time to help you. We have other, more important things that must be done.~
@12 = ~What will be our reward?~
@13 = ~Yer a savior, ye are, and don't let anyone tell ye different! Young Drunor says that the boys were to the south, at the mountain pass just before you reach Nashkel. He told me that the orcs had a camp off the side of the main road, near the entrance to a cave.~
@14 = ~We agreed to help Otho, the dwarven smithy who made our fine mace. It seems that his nephew Tearlac has been missing for a few days, and he wants us to find him. Tearlac was last seen south of Beregost at the mountain pass just before Nashkel. The orcs that attacked the group are camped in the area.~
@15 = ~I have nothing to offer but the friendship of the Truehammer clan.~
@16 = ~That is reward enough. We will do as you ask.~
@17 = ~We will not work for nothing.~
@18 = ~You haven't found Tearlac yet? Get back out there and find him!~
@19 = ~I can tell by the looks on your faces; ye don't have to say a word. So, he is dead... Well, at least you made an honorable effort, and brought back his warhammer "Giantfeller." Now I must leave for the Truehammer stronghold and return this to its place in the hall of heroes.~
@20 = ~We had to be the bearers of bad news to Otho. His nephew, Tearlac, died when his group was jumped a few days ago by a group of orcs. He seemed to handle the news well, but I could tell that the old dwarf was very sad to know that his nephew was gone. At least he has the knowledge that Tearlac died fighting bravely. On a different note, it appears that the orc encampment was really a guard post set up at the entrance of a mining complex that was being operated by an army of duergar. In charge of the whole operation was Bregan D'aerthe, a drow mercenary group. The drow calling the shots was named Shar Nadal, and he referred to someone by the name of Jarlaxle. I don't know who this Jarlaxle is, but I bet he's not someone I would like to meet any time soon. It seems that the Bregan D'aerthe had a hand in creating that strange liquid that was used to poison the iron of the Sword Coast, and they may have connections to the Iron Throne. This is a very serious matter indeed if the drow are involved.~
