Stationmaster Papashan has a simple task for a fledgling adventurer.
Papashan: Since you’ve come all this way, perhaps you can perform an errand for me.
Papashan: It just so happens a number of sentries have been sent to guard the area. A dispatch to the Dispatch Yard, as it were.
Papashan: They have long been away from the shade and featherbeds of the city. The hot days and cold nights can play hells on the mind and body out here.
Papashan: It isn’t much, but go and give them these twilight pretzels, would you? I find comfort food always helps when I feel like killing myself.
Serious Sultansworn: Halt! Madam, I’m going to have to ask you to put the pretzel on the ground and place your hands above your head!
Serious Sultansworn: State your name and business! A twilight pretzel from Papashan? By the gods, forgive me! You could say this new post has my nerves in a…twist.
Serious Sultansworn: I’m…I’m terribly sorry for that. Ahem, yes, well, you may rest assured that the Dispatch Yard is safe so long as I stand watch.
Serious Sultansworn: Please give Papashan my thanks, and tell him that I only wish I could repay the favor…
Servile Sultansworn: Twelve save me. Scorching days… Freezing nights… This post will be the end of me.
Servile Sultansworn: A twilight pretzel? Don’t mind if I do!
Servile Sultansworn: Ahhh, now that’s a refreshing godsdamned pretzel! I feel reborn!
Stern Sultansworn: Western front, clear! Eastern front, clear!
Stern Sultansworn: For me? From Papashan? A twilight pretzel… My favorite! How did he know!?
Stern Sultansworn: Can’t fight on an empty stomach, now, can I? Actually…I can’t fight on any stomach. I suppose you could say I have no stomach…for fighting.
Papashan: You’ve returned─and with a deal fewer pretzels, I see! Tell me, how fare our Sultansworn sentries? Did they have anything to report, anything at all!?
Papashan: What? Nothing? Are you sure? I…oh, oh dear.
Papashan: Take this for your troubles, then. And stay a moment─there is more I would ask of you.
Keishinrei 