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The Professor is an elven member of The Guild who can be found walking around the Guildhall within the Undercity.
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== Involvement == | == Involvement == | ||
He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight. | He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight. | ||
== Idle banter == | |||
The Professor will occasionally chat with {{CharLink|Slick Inatra}}: | |||
{{Dialogue start}} | |||
'''Slick Inatra:''' We're all on the same side, friend. Nine-Fingers invited us herself. | |||
* '''The Professor:''' The guildmaster hired you, yes - but I think it's best if your Zhentarim keep to themselves. There's not a lot of trust in the Guildhall of late. | |||
** '''Slick Inatra:''' You're all scared shitless of this Stone Lord, you mean. Which is exactly why your boss hired us. | |||
'''Slick Inatra:''' Look, if your lot could look after themselves, we wouldn't need to be here. | |||
* '''The Professor:''' The Guild is a collective of specialists - not a private army. | |||
** '''Slick Inatra:''' 'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend. | |||
*** '''The Professor:''' ...There are no killers here, Zhent. Assassins, those are a different matter entirely. | |||
'''The Professor:''' As you'll see, there's plenty of space for your people. | |||
* '''Slick Inatra:''' Down there in the damp, you mean. | |||
** '''The Professor:''' Count yourself lucky. This place is usually so full that you wouldn't find room to sit your padded arse down. | |||
** '''Slick Inatra:''' Don't try to flirt with me, boss. We both know this place is like a tomb because your crews are running scared. | |||
'''Slick Inatra:''' And what are we meant to do about food? | |||
* '''The Professor:''' Talk to Severn at the bar. | |||
** '''Slick Inatra:''' What - the bugbear? | |||
*** '''The Professor:''' The guildmaster poached him from a minor peer of Parliament. He's quite the cook. | |||
{{Dialogue end}} | |||
{{Undercity}} | {{Undercity}} |
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Involvement
He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight.
Idle banter
The Professor will occasionally chat with Slick Inatra:
Slick Inatra: We're all on the same side, friend. Nine-Fingers invited us herself.
- The Professor: The guildmaster hired you, yes - but I think it's best if your Zhentarim keep to themselves. There's not a lot of trust in the Guildhall of late.
- Slick Inatra: You're all scared shitless of this Stone Lord, you mean. Which is exactly why your boss hired us.
Slick Inatra: Look, if your lot could look after themselves, we wouldn't need to be here.
- The Professor: The Guild is a collective of specialists - not a private army.
- Slick Inatra: 'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend.
- The Professor: ...There are no killers here, Zhent. Assassins, those are a different matter entirely.
- Slick Inatra: 'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend.
The Professor: As you'll see, there's plenty of space for your people.
- Slick Inatra: Down there in the damp, you mean.
- The Professor: Count yourself lucky. This place is usually so full that you wouldn't find room to sit your padded arse down.
- Slick Inatra: Don't try to flirt with me, boss. We both know this place is like a tomb because your crews are running scared.
Slick Inatra: And what are we meant to do about food?
- The Professor: Talk to Severn at the bar.
- Slick Inatra: What - the bugbear?
- The Professor: The guildmaster poached him from a minor peer of Parliament. He's quite the cook.
- Slick Inatra: What - the bugbear?