Commoner (Friendly Arm Inn)


 * Currently, this article is written from an Enhanced Edition only point of view.

Female commoners

 * "I'm sorry, my husband doesn't like me to speak with strangers."


 * "Stay away, I bet you're those Zhentarim. I hear they turn women into goats at the snap of their fingers. I heard they were behind the trouble in Nashkel, and maybe other places too! Just you stay away from me!"


 * "You aren't from Nashkel are you? I hope not, because we don't trade with them at all anymore. All the iron we get from the mines there is tainted. Weak as tissue it is."


 * "I really don't feel like talking to you right now! I lost my husband to those bastard raiders. I hope they rot through all the Nine Hells!"


 * "Not many come by the Inn since the raiding started up. It's good to see a new face about. I was getting pretty tired of the old ones. Maybe I'll chance the roads and try to get to Beregost one of these days."


 * "Pinch off the supply of iron and after a while the farmers can't sow, the smiths can't forge, and, by and by, an army finds it's disarmed of all but clubs and staves. That's the kind of strife that makes a land vulnerable."


 * "Who ever heard of bandits passing over gold to steal ingots? It's got to be part of the trouble in the mines. They must be in cahoots somehow. Can't get ore from the mines, and can't get ore through trading. It's gonna be hard times for a while."


 * "What with the raids on iron stores and the trouble in the mines it's a wonder we've any arms or armor left at all. It can't help but weaken the area, and I bet Amn is just waiting for our guard to go down."


 * "Excuse me, but I think I recognize you from some descriptions I've been given. Is your name ?"
 * "Yes, that would be my name."
 * "Well, I think you should know that there's been a lot of people asking about you. There were a man and woman who were asking about someone named, and then there was this spooky fellow who was doing the same. A few days ago there was a big man who was looking for someone with your name. I don't know why ye're so popular, but I'd watch it: Some of these people didn't look too sociable."
 * "I think you've confused me with someone else."
 * "Oh, sorry about that."


 * "I heard that there's a lot of money to be made in Nashkel. The people of the town are desperate fer mercenaries. From what I hear, their iron mines are infested with monsters, and since the mines are the town's main source of income... Well, they're rather eager to get things back to normal."


 * "I don't like the looks of it. What with the iron shortage and the bandits 'round about, no one seems to pass through the Friendly Arm anymore 'cept in gangs and armed to the teeth like you."
 * "Aye, I like it no more than you. The treacherous roads have near cost me my life. Which routes are still clear, do you know?"
 * "Word around here is that the west road is the safest, at least for now. The road south to Beregost is dangerous but there's still been some traffic. Farther south to Nashkel is supposed to be some rough traveling. No more caravans are making it through from the iron mine down there but it's probably just as well. Their iron's been weak as tin of late. As for the road north, well... we haven't had a shipment from Baldur's Gate for more than a month. For all we know, it's been sacked and burnt."
 * "Where is all this trouble coming from?"
 * "Amn, if you ask me. The rotten iron they've been sending out of Nashkel's just salt for the wounds... They'll starve us of metal all summer and probably attack Beregost before winter sets. Gods only know if the dukes in Baldur's Gate will defend us this time."


 * "You're the adventurers from Nashkel I've heard all about. Wow, I've never seen real heroes before. I hope you busted some bandits over the head on your way here. That'll learn them something."


 * "I'm just a simple little lady, I don't know much at all."