Conversation: mos2_ped
Triggered by
- creature NPC Tolly the Peddler
mos2_peddler
Scripts referenced
| Script | Slot | In module | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
q_mos2_spawn | action | ✓ | |
q_mos2_goldc | active | ✓ | |
q_mos2_point | action | ✓ | |
q_mos2_coin | action | ✓ | |
q_mos2_st1c | active | ✓ |
Quest entries granted
| Quest | Tag | Step(s) |
|---|---|---|
| The Miller's Other Son | bree_miller_son2 | 2 |
Starting entries
- entry #0 (if
q_mos2_st1c) — Ale? Pots? A whetstone for that blade of yours? No? *He squints at you.* Nah -- … - entry #3 — Ale? Pots? A whetstone? No? *He sighs and shoulders his pack.* Ah, nobody buys o…
Conversation flow
Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.
entry #0 → q_mos2_spawn (if q_mos2_st1c) ¶
Ale? Pots? A whetstone for that blade of yours? No? *He squints at you.* Nah -- you've the look of somebody hunting, not buying. Nobody buys on a broken road.
reply #0 ¶
I'm looking for a miller's son out of Bree -- a boy called Dob. Word is he fell in with a bad crowd on this road.
entry #1 ¶
Aye, I've seen the lad -- flour still under his nails, trailing after black-robed men like a duckling after foxes. *He shifts his pack.* Roads are thin fare for a peddler, friend. A coin for the telling? Or a kind word, at least, to carry me over the bridge.
reply #2 → q_mos2_coin (if q_mos2_goldc) ¶
[Give 10 gp] Here's a coin for the telling. Talk.
entry #2 → q_mos2_point ¶
East of the bridge, in the old ruins of Tharbad. Red Eye cultists -- a dozen candles' worth of them, and their leader, the one they call the Voice, keeps the miller's boy close like a pet. Go careful, friend. Men who worship an Eye don't blink.
reply #4 ¶
My thanks, peddler. Keep to the west bank until this is done.
reply #1 ¶
Just passing, peddler. Keep well.
NPC lines (entries) — flat index
entry #0 →
q_mos2_spawnAle? Pots? A whetstone for that blade of yours? No? *He squints at you.* Nah -- you've the look of somebody hunting, not buying. Nobody buys on a broken road.
- → reply #0 “I'm looking for a miller's son out of Bree -- a boy called Dob. Word is he fell…”
- → reply #1 “Just passing, peddler. Keep well.”
entry #1
Aye, I've seen the lad -- flour still under his nails, trailing after black-robed men like a duckling after foxes. *He shifts his pack.* Roads are thin fare for a peddler, friend. A coin for the telling? Or a kind word, at least, to carry me over the bridge.
- → reply #2 “[Give 10 gp] Here's a coin for the telling. Talk.” (if
q_mos2_goldc) - → reply #3 “A kind word, then: you've the sharpest eye between Bree and the Greyflood, and y…”
entry #2 →
q_mos2_pointEast of the bridge, in the old ruins of Tharbad. Red Eye cultists -- a dozen candles' worth of them, and their leader, the one they call the Voice, keeps the miller's boy close like a pet. Go careful, friend. Men who worship an Eye don't blink.
- → reply #4 “My thanks, peddler. Keep to the west bank until this is done.”
entry #3
Ale? Pots? A whetstone? No? *He sighs and shoulders his pack.* Ah, nobody buys on a broken road.
- → reply #5 “Not today.”
PC replies — flat index
reply #0
I'm looking for a miller's son out of Bree -- a boy called Dob. Word is he fell in with a bad crowd on this road.
- → entry #1 “Aye, I've seen the lad -- flour still under his nails, trailing after black-robe…”
reply #1
Just passing, peddler. Keep well.
reply #2 →
q_mos2_coin[Give 10 gp] Here's a coin for the telling. Talk.
- → entry #2 “East of the bridge, in the old ruins of Tharbad. Red Eye cultists -- a dozen can…”
reply #3
A kind word, then: you've the sharpest eye between Bree and the Greyflood, and your pots are honest. Now -- the boy?
- → child “East of the bridge, in the old ruins of Tharbad. Red Eye cultists -- a dozen can…”
reply #4
My thanks, peddler. Keep to the west bank until this is done.
reply #5
Not today.