Town Crier Rumors - On Bended Knee

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You give Town Crier 5,238 Pyreals.
Town Crier gives you Violet Ball.
Town Crier tells you, "What's this? You say it's the answer to the riddle, "The answer starts after you...?" After you? Why, after "u" comes "v," the first letter of violet! That's it!"

Town Crier tells you, "Pack dolls! I got a little Bael'Zharon dollie. What did you get?"

Town Crier tells you, "Whither Nuhmudira? People in high places want to know."

Town Crier tells you, "Town criers are available in most major towns to tell you of the latest news and events. We'll also give you a piece of information for a bit of money."

Town Crier tells you, "My friend, who's a wonderful cook, whipped up a batch of field rations for me. A wonderful mix of meaty, nutty, fruity, cinnamony goodness!"

Town Crier tells you, "Hear ye, hear ye! High Queen Elysa is sending out a search party to discover Nuhmudira's whereabouts. All who are interested in participating in this search should report to the Arwic tavern for details."

Town Crier tells you, "I heard the Council of Sages wanted to make a Pack Elysa and a Pack Borelean, but the High Queen said no. I guess they couldn't come to a good licensing agreement!"

Town Crier tells you, "By the Black Breath, have you tried the new elaborate mana rations? Their heavenly taste is out of this world! They beat out apple candy by a long shot, in my humble opinion. And they're good for you, too!"

Town Crier tells you, "Goodness! I never thought I'd have a little Olthoi Queen to call my own. She'll look sharp in my apartment!"

Town Crier tells you, "Hey, money! I appreciate it. Your contributions are welcome."

Town Crier tells you, "I heard a secret, but it'll cost you more than that."

Town Crier tells you, "A wee young girl recently breathed a soft whisper in my ear of a new island discovered to the east. Now, how could such a slip of a thing have come by such intriguing information? And further, how did I become the purveyor of every rumor and tale bandied about by the merest inhabitants of our fair land, content to be reimbursed only by the occasional paltry coin and tarnished treasure? How indeed? Alas! The psychological perambulations of my vocational existence slow the imagination, my friend."

Town Crier tells you, "I've heard the farmers tell of terrible portents in our land. Cows refuse to give milk, and the butter never churns. Yeasted breads fail to rise, and the apple cider from our harvests has turned to vinegar. I hear our doom coming, I tell you. Doom."
Town Crier tells you, "Oh you just don't know..."

Town Crier tells you, "We haven't heard from Nuhmudira in quite some time. I wonder what she can be up to?"

Town Crier tells you, "I love the fall season. The smell of pumpkin pie and spiced apple cider waft from the taverns, and the trees adorn themselves with their autumnal shades. The air turns to the slightest bit of chill, and a young man's fancies turn to thoughts of... ahem. Where was I? Ah yes, I love the fall!"

Town Crier tells you, "Attention! High Queen Elysa needs your help on a mission of grave importance. Her representative is waiting at the Arwic tavern to brief willing adventurers."

Town Crier tells you, "Hey! Did you get a Pack Levistras? My cousin got one and he says it's his favorite, but I really like my buddy's Pack Gaerlan, too!"

Town Crier tells you, "The winds are changing, and I've got a shiver going up my spine. My gut tells me that the Burun shall strike again in even greater numbers and strength. But when? When?"

Town Crier tells you, "I just made me a bag of nummy health rations. Delicious!"
Town Crier tells you, "Shorry, can't talk now. Mowph's full! Rashonsh!"

Town Crier tells you, "An adventurer told me about a puzzle with a bunch of marbles and mislabeled bags. I wonder if that's where all my marbles went..." Town Crier tells you, "Hear ye, hear ye! High Queen Elysa is sending out a search party to discover Nuhmudira's whereabouts. All who are interested in participating in this search should report to the Arwic tavern for details."

Town Crier tells you, "The oddest folk come to me in the dark of the night while I'm standing here. One wizened character snuck up behind me and hissed into my ear that a new island has been revealed to the east. I whipped around to confront who had spoken, but slap me now if he hadn't disappeared. Poof! No doubt others will come by to tell me even stranger tales... I get that a lot."

Town Crier tells you, "So I'm sure you've noticed that I haven't left this spot in nearly four years. Yeah it's a tough life, standing here all day. Sure... sometimes people are nice enough to give me Shackles of Obedience. But I was wondering...Need a patron?"

Thanks to Akrapovic of TD, Deven-Kenyon of SC, Jen aka Lorelii of HG!

Tip: You only have to give the Town Crier 1 pyreal at a time  to receive information.

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