"Our master would take the item" a Zuma speaks with you, the voice scratched as if raw, "State your price then leave. Do not think to fool though. Annoy the mighty Screamer and you will be thrown in the dungeons."
Moira steeled her nerves and controlled the gnawing urge to draw her sword, an instinct all too often stirred by the otherworldly Zuma. Her rational mind knew that such a contest would be hopelessly lopsided but the same could be said of the trolls, necromancers and sorcerers whom she had made it her mission to eradicate.
"Your master does me great honour but I must sadly inform him that the item in question has already been claimed by another, Sir Corin of Fatmilak."