// Tavern owner (woman) in Darklinton, Agafiya (249.11)
~Begin
-190
 ~Text3 7 "It's unbelievable. How could you find the rascal? I thought"
           Mardovi has left the country.
 /.
 ~If_done 310 !
  ~Change  310 1
  ~Wait
  ~Text3 7 "You need to have a rest now! Such a venerable visitor can get"
            4 beers for free!
  /.
  ~Make_for_npc 38 4
  ~Take 38 4

 /If_done 310 !
 ~Change 307 1
 ~Change 309 1
 //suddenly before(till;prior to;to) this with(since) she did not speak(say;talk)
;
-307
 ~Text 7 "What would you wish?"
;
~Default
 ~Text 7 "I'm Agafiya. Hostess of this tavern. What would you prefer?"
 ~Change 307 1
 ~Change 309 1
;
/Begin
~All_questions
 185 What did you hear about the lost people?
 307 Could you tell me about the city?
 181 I need information about Mardovi.
 395 Is there anything you can tell me about the kid in the street?
 404 Who's that strange visitor? He asked me about some pancake...
 309 I wonder if you could offer something useful for me.
 ~Always 1 I'll sail away.
/All_questions
-404
 ~If_done 405 !
 //~All else here

 ~Text3 7 "A! This one... He's really exceptional man coming here from"
           time to time to have a cup of tea. He's keen on animals and 
           he's a true vegetarian as his father was. Just imagine, his
           father bequeathed to make a handbag of his skin, use his liver
           for a pate and his meat for a barbecue! That's the way he
           decided to demonstrate his disagreement with killing fauna.
 /.

 /If_done 405 !

 ~If_done 405
 //already not here

 ~Text 7 "I don't see him around."

 /If_done 405

;
-309
 ~Trade
 ~Halt
;
-181
 ~Text3 7 "I'd advise you not to mention his name. Too many citizens"
           would tear him into pieces without a doubt. When everybody
           wasn't sure about anything, he has taken their last hope.
           They've fallen for the same old bait. That may sound rough
           but it's people's fault. They shouldn't believe someone will
           come and suddenly open the door leading into the beautiful 
           world of dream.
 /.
;
-395
 ~Text3 7 "There are a lot kids like that one (left without parents). No"
           one cares about them. Authorities are too busy with "more 
           serious" problems. So these untidy, hungry and angry children
           have to live in the streets. What kind of people are they
           going to be? It's kind of exclusive circle. I'm trying to do
           my best to help them: sometimes with food or place to sleep.
           But some of them have already become real criminals mostly 
           seeking what to steal.
 /.
;
-185
 ~Text3 7 "Vaguely. Someone is thought to have been kidnapped but it"
           happens anywhere around nowadays. 
 /.
;
-307
 ~Text3 7 "It's not worth telling. Almost nothing reminds of 'previous'"
           town: more than half of people are gone, ruins, poverty, fear.
           I like to recall those good old days, when streets were gay
           with signboards, glad persons, luxurious shop windows...Though
           the seeds sown by misery and hate were steadily growing in 
           house gateways and nooks, generously irrigated by human tears
           rain. It's so silly, hate has washed off the colors of that
           life and has only flooded it with mascara of ignorance and
           fear. Hmm... Of course, new authorities simply need time to
           make the town shine again. One has to plough a field to get a
           harvest.
 /.
 ~Question
  308 Tell me the truth, do you believe your own words?
  309 I like the way you speak.
  310 I don't want to hear sad things anymore .
 /Question
 ~Answer
  308
   ~Text 7 "The hope is always with me..."
  /.
  309
   ~Text 7 "Thank you. Would you like something else?"
  /.
  310
   ~Text 7 "It's funny. You know, I was supposed to tell these words."
  /.
 /Answer
;
-Always 1
 ~Text 7 "I wish you lucky sail and head wind."
 ~Wait
 ~Halt
;
~Eof
 ~Question
 /Question
 ~Answer
 /Answer
