Town Crier tells you, "Hey! Did you get a Pack Levistras? My cousin got one and he says it's his favorite, but I really like my buddy's Pack Gaerlan, too!"
Town Crier tells you, "I just made me a bag of nummy health rations. Delicious!"
Town Crier tells you, "The oddest folk come to me in the dark of the night while I'm standing here. One wizened character snuck up behind me and hissed into my ear that a new island has been revealed to the east. I whipped around to confront who had spoken, but slap me now if he hadn't disappeared. Poof! No doubt others will come by to tell me even stranger tales... I get that a lot."
Town Crier tells you, "Attention! High Queen Elysa needs your help on a mission of grave importance. Her representative is waiting at the Arwic tavern to brief willing adventurers."
Town Crier tells you, "I love the fall season. The smell of pumpkin pie and spiced apple cider waft from the taverns, and the trees adorn themselves with their autumnal shades. The air turns to the slightest bit of chill, and a young man's fancies turn to thoughts of... ahem. Where was I? Ah yes, I love the fall!"
Town Crier tells you, "Pack dolls! I got a little Bael'Zharon dollie. What did you get?"
Town Crier tells you, "An adventurer told me about a puzzle with a bunch of marbles and mislabeled bags. I wonder if that's where all my marbles went..."
Town Crier tells you, "We haven't heard from Nuhmudira in quite some time. I wonder what she can be up to?"
Town Crier tells you, "The winds are changing, and I've got a shiver going up my spine. My gut tells me that the Burun shall strike again in even greater numbers and strength. But when? When?"
Town Crier tells you, "Shorry, can't talk now. Mowph's full! Rashonsh!"
Town Crier tells you, "The winds are changing, and I've got a shiver going up my spine. My gut tells me that the Burun shall strike again in even greater numbers and strength. But when? When?"
Town Crier tells you, "By the Black Breath, have you tried the new elaborate mana rations? Their heavenly taste is out of this world! They beat out apple candy by a long shot, in my humble opinion. And they're good for you, too!"
Town Crier tells you, "Whither Nuhmudira? People in high places want to know."
Town Crier tells you, "My friend, who's a wonderful cook, whipped up a batch of field rations for me. A wonderful mix of meaty, nutty, fruity, cinnamony goodness!"