Olaf: "My name is Olaf! Fire-born dwarf from Anvilgash. Straight out of the armory. In fact, my helmet is still burning."
Maxwell: "Nice to meet you, Olaf."
Maxwell: "Wait, am I in dwarven territory?"
Olaf: "How hard did they hit you? You're DEEP in dwarven territory! In fact, you're right in the capital of Gresh!"
Maxwell: "This is bad."
Olaf: "How so? It's not as dangerous as people make it out to be."
Maxwell: "I'm a fish out of water. Dwarven country is not meant for humans. I'm surprised there's not a foot of snow outside."
Olaf: "You're not the only one, boy! It's been unusually hot, lately. All the snow melted! The only reason we took to high ground is because there's fifteen feet of water standing in the lowlands!"
Maxwell: "Sounds like something evil afoot."
Ask questions: I'd like to ask questions about Gresh.
Quit talking: I'll be going, then.