"Work, Dig, Cut, Mine. Every day the same chores. Will that wall be finished anytime soon? ... What traders was i suposed to meet today? The guy with the fertile turkeys, the one who was selling lards, maybe the other guy who was selling less lards but with lower prices... oh look there is that loonatic who is still preaching nonsense around providence. What is he up to these days? ... Oh! How i miss the good old days before the great war. You could team up with anyone, go hunt some beavers, split the loot. Nowadays you always have to be on the lookout for witches and raiders, and serial killers. Nobody is trustworthy anymore.... Hmm! new face. That guy looks pretty fancy for a worn war-forged salemite. Is he a youngster? or maybe some wanderer from a land far away..."
-Hello there stranger! Can I help you? You seem a little unfamiliar with these poor lands.