Jimbin: Talking to me, Player?
Jogador: hi Jimbin
Jimbin: Welcome to the Jolly Axeman, have a good time, Player!
Jimbin: I supply the army with dwarfish beer to keep morals high.
Jimbin: The general is a fine man. Can drink as much as he wants and still is sober.
Jogador: book ou cookbook
Jimbin: The cookbook? It belongs to Maryza. I think she has a few copies for sale.
Jogador: job ou tavern
Jimbin: I'm runing the Jolly Axeman together with my wife Maryza.
Jimbin: The king orders huge amounts of mushroombeer for festivities.
Jimbin: I am Jimbin Luckythroat, son of Earth, from the Molten Rock.
Jimbin: The Tibia our race was born into was even more fierce than the world you young ones know.
Jimbin: It is about 12:28 pm.
Jimbin: Actually I belive it's more than a taverntale.
Jimbin: Hah! He never dares to trespass our realm.
Jimbin: Silly town. Alcohol is forbidden there and elves visit this town quite often, what certainly suggests nothing good about a town, jawoll.
Jimbin: Bah! Humans, can't stand a drink, jawoll.
Jimbin: She's a fine cook; likes it bloddy, though. Humans call her Bloody Mary, but don't mention that to her if you're smart.
Jogador: news ou rumour ou rumor
Jimbin: Oh well, many hidden places of ancient times appear seemingly out of nowhere in these times.
Jimbin: Come back if you enjoyed my tavern, if not ... well, get eaten by a dragon, jawoll.