Conversation: `b_miller_convo1`

NPC lines: 15
PC replies: 22
NumWords: 736
OnEnd: nw_walk_wp
OnAbort: nw_walk_wp

Triggered by

creature NPC Han the Bree Miller — in Bree

Scripts referenced

Script	Slot	In module
`sc_031`	active	✓
`at_001`	action	✓
`at_002`	action	✓
`q_mos2_spawn`	action	✓
`q_mos2_oc1`	active	✓
`q_mos2_oc2`	active	✓
`q_mos2_oc3`	active	✓
`q_mos2_end1`	action	✓
`q_mos2_end2`	action	✓
`millerson`	action	✓
`at_003`	action	✓
`q_mos2_start`	action	✓
`q_mos2_repc`	active	✓
`q_mos2_st1c`	active	✓
`q_mos2_offerc`	active	✓
`checkmiller`	active	✓
`sc_043`	active	✓

Items checked

These items' tags are checked via GetItemPossessedBy in this conversation's scripts:

Shimpent Letter

Quest entries granted

Quest	Tag	Step(s)
Bree Millers Son	`bree millers son`	1, 2
The Miller's Other Son	`bree_miller_son2`	1, 6, 7

Starting entries

entry #12 (if q_mos2_repc) — You're back! *The Miller goes still, flour drifting from his hands.* Your face -…
entry #11 (if q_mos2_st1c) — Any word of my Dob?
entry #9 (if q_mos2_offerc) — You again, . *The Miller wipes his hands on his apron, and his eyes are old.* I …
entry #5 (if checkmiller) — Hello again, . Any word on my Son and the shipment of Ale?
entry #4 (if sc_043) — Thank you again for finding my boy, and the shipment. I don't know how the missu…
entry #0 — Hey there. I've seen you around town, perhaps you could help me.

Conversation flow

Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.

entry #12 (if q_mos2_repc) ¶

You're back! *The Miller goes still, flour drifting from his hands.* Your face -- tell me. Tell me of my son.

reply #17 (if q_mos2_oc1) ¶

Steady, Han -- it's good news. Dob lives, and he's on the road home. I talked the cult into letting him walk away.

entry #13 → q_mos2_end1 ¶

Home! *He grips the doorframe like a man in a gale, laughing and weeping at once.* The ale money's yours -- all of it -- and take the trading pack besides; it was to be Dob's, and he'll not need it where he's staying: home. You've given an old miller back his family, <FirstName>. There'll be a keg with your name on it come harvest.

reply #20 ¶

Keep the mill turning, Han.

reply #18 (if q_mos2_oc2) ¶

Dob is coming home, Han. The men who held him won't hold anyone again -- their 'Voice' is silenced for good.

↩ entry #13 “Home! *He grips the doorframe like a man in a gale, laughing and weeping at once…”

reply #19 (if q_mos2_oc3) ¶

I found him, Han. He's alive. But he's... chosen them -- the Red Eye crowd east of Tharbad. I couldn't bring him back. You deserved the truth from my own mouth, at least.

entry #14 → q_mos2_end2 ¶

*He is quiet a long while. The mill wheel turns and turns behind him.* Alive, and lost. That's a colder grief than the grave, friend... but truth is a kindness too, in its way, and you carried it all the long road home. Thank ye for that much.

reply #21 ¶

Be well, Miller.

entry #11 → q_mos2_spawn (if q_mos2_st1c) ¶

Any word of my Dob?

reply #16 ¶

Not yet. I'm still searching the Tharbad road.

entry #9 (if q_mos2_offerc) ¶

You again, <FirstName>. *The Miller wipes his hands on his apron, and his eyes are old.* I owe you truth for truth: the boy you found on the Greenway weren't my only son. His brother Dob took the grieving hardest of us all -- fell in with a crowd of 'traders' working the Tharbad road, and now folk whisper they're no traders at all. Cultists, they say. Of the Red Eye. Find my Dob. Bring him home to me -- or bring me the truth of him, whatever it weighs.

reply #13 → q_mos2_start ¶

I'll find him, Miller. The truth or the boy -- you'll have one of them.

entry #10 ¶

Bless you. Ask along the road -- peddlers and bridge-folk see everything that walks the Greenway. Start at Tharbad Bridge, and go careful. I'll not bury two sons.

reply #15 ¶

Good bye for now.

reply #14 ¶

I've griefs of my own to mind. No.

entry #5 (if checkmiller) ¶

Hello again, <FirstName>. Any word on my Son and the shipment of Ale?

reply #12 ¶

No not yet. I will keep searching.

reply #6 (if sc_031) ¶

Yes, I have terrible news for you Miller. You shipment has been befouled by goblins. And I fear your son has died at their hands. Here is the letter you sent along with your son as proof I found them.

entry #6 → at_001 ¶

My poor son! *Sobs* Ahh my son!

reply #10 ¶

*Comfort the Miller*

entry #8 → at_002 ¶

Thank you for all your hard work and toil. I owe ya. I have some gold tucked away. It was going to buy my son a trip to Gondor, he'd always wanted to see the White City. You take it. It seems right to me that you should carry it now.

reply #11 → at_003 ¶

Thank you for your generosity. Have faith good Miller. Fare Well.

reply #7 ¶

Pull yourself together man you got no backbone.

entry #7 ¶

Hmph. *Looks at your Sternly*

reply #9 ¶

Common Folk!

reply #8 ¶

Ah there, I might have been a little stern, but think of your wife now. She will need you.

↩ entry #8 “Thank you for all your hard work and toil. I owe ya. I have some gold tucked awa…”

entry #4 (if sc_043) ¶

Thank you again for finding my boy, and the shipment. I don't know how the missus and I are going to make it...

entry #0 ¶

Hey there. I've seen you around town, perhaps you could help me.

reply #1 ¶

What do you require Miller?

entry #1 ¶

I recently sent out a big'old shipment of Ale to Tharbad. Its been several months and no word back on payment or my men that went out. Course I fear the men have drunk all the supplies and staggered off somewhere. But ya see my boy was with em and leadin the shipment.

reply #2 ¶

Go on.

entry #2 ¶

I know my boy and there ain't no way heed desert his dear old pappy. If you could find out what happened to him and the Ale I would be mighty grateful. I'm sure I could come up with something as for a reward if your interested.

reply #4 ¶

I will find the Ale and your son. Take heart I shall return with word soon.

entry #3 ¶

Thank you much <FirstName>. I will be building my second shipement while I wait. Good Luck to ya.

reply #5 → millerson ¶

Good Bye for now.

reply #3 ¶

Sounds like a fools errand to me. No thanks

reply #0 ¶

I dont do chores.

NPC lines (entries) — flat index

entry #0

Hey there. I've seen you around town, perhaps you could help me.

→ reply #1 “What do you require Miller?”
→ reply #0 “I dont do chores.”

entry #1

→ reply #2 “Go on.”

entry #2

→ reply #4 “I will find the Ale and your son. Take heart I shall return with word soon.”
→ reply #3 “Sounds like a fools errand to me. No thanks”

entry #3

Thank you much <FirstName>. I will be building my second shipement while I wait. Good Luck to ya.

→ reply #5 “Good Bye for now.”

entry #4

Thank you again for finding my boy, and the shipment. I don't know how the missus and I are going to make it...

entry #5

Hello again, <FirstName>. Any word on my Son and the shipment of Ale?

→ reply #12 “No not yet. I will keep searching.”
→ reply #6 “Yes, I have terrible news for you Miller. You shipment has been befouled by gobl…” (if sc_031)

entry #6 → at_001

My poor son! *Sobs* Ahh my son!

→ reply #10 “*Comfort the Miller*”
→ reply #7 “Pull yourself together man you got no backbone.”

entry #7

Hmph. *Looks at your Sternly*

→ reply #9 “Common Folk!”
→ reply #8 “Ah there, I might have been a little stern, but think of your wife now. She will…”

entry #8 → at_002

→ reply #11 “Thank you for your generosity. Have faith good Miller. Fare Well.”

entry #9

→ reply #13 “I'll find him, Miller. The truth or the boy -- you'll have one of them.”
→ reply #14 “I've griefs of my own to mind. No.”

entry #10

Bless you. Ask along the road -- peddlers and bridge-folk see everything that walks the Greenway. Start at Tharbad Bridge, and go careful. I'll not bury two sons.

→ reply #15 “Good bye for now.”

entry #11 → q_mos2_spawn

Any word of my Dob?

→ reply #16 “Not yet. I'm still searching the Tharbad road.”

entry #12

You're back! *The Miller goes still, flour drifting from his hands.* Your face -- tell me. Tell me of my son.

→ reply #17 “Steady, Han -- it's good news. Dob lives, and he's on the road home. I talked th…” (if q_mos2_oc1)
→ reply #18 “Dob is coming home, Han. The men who held him won't hold anyone again -- their '…” (if q_mos2_oc2)
→ reply #19 “I found him, Han. He's alive. But he's... chosen them -- the Red Eye crowd east…” (if q_mos2_oc3)

entry #13 → q_mos2_end1

→ reply #20 “Keep the mill turning, Han.”

entry #14 → q_mos2_end2

→ reply #21 “Be well, Miller.”

PC replies — flat index

reply #0

I dont do chores.

reply #1

What do you require Miller?

→ entry #1 “I recently sent out a big'old shipment of Ale to Tharbad. Its been several month…”

reply #2

Go on.

→ entry #2 “I know my boy and there ain't no way heed desert his dear old pappy. If you coul…”

reply #3

Sounds like a fools errand to me. No thanks

reply #4

I will find the Ale and your son. Take heart I shall return with word soon.

→ entry #3 “Thank you much . I will be building my second shipement while I wait. Good Luck…”

reply #5 → millerson

Good Bye for now.

reply #6

→ entry #6 “My poor son! *Sobs* Ahh my son!”

reply #7

Pull yourself together man you got no backbone.

→ entry #7 “Hmph. *Looks at your Sternly*”

reply #8

Ah there, I might have been a little stern, but think of your wife now. She will need you.

→ child “Thank you for all your hard work and toil. I owe ya. I have some gold tucked awa…”

reply #9

Common Folk!

reply #10

*Comfort the Miller*

→ entry #8 “Thank you for all your hard work and toil. I owe ya. I have some gold tucked awa…”

reply #11 → at_003

Thank you for your generosity. Have faith good Miller. Fare Well.

reply #12

No not yet. I will keep searching.

reply #13 → q_mos2_start

I'll find him, Miller. The truth or the boy -- you'll have one of them.

→ entry #10 “Bless you. Ask along the road -- peddlers and bridge-folk see everything that wa…”

reply #14

I've griefs of my own to mind. No.

reply #15

Good bye for now.

reply #16