a man with a serpent-and-heart tabard covering his chainmail.
Subsequent visits :
Initial visit :
"I welcome thee to Jhelom."
"I am Zellivan, and I am lord here."
"Pray tell me thy name."
Give true name :
"Ah, the Avatar! Lord British has spoken fondly of thee, <Gender>."
Give wrong name :
"Please feel at home in this town."
"Thou mayst call me Zellivan."
"The valorous are often boisterous. I watch over the fighters."
"I held a tournament, to decide who would be entrusted with the rune's care."
"You might say that 'no man' was the victor..." He smiles.
"Hear it for thyself at the Sword and Keg Pub, <Gender>."
"The songs and tales do the heart good, I say!"
"Ask him yourself!"
"Those who live the warriors' life like to sing, and to regale one another with fanciful accounts of their exploits."
"Here in Jhelom we delight in the clash of arms and the din of battle."
"Speak to Nomaan if thou hast need of arms."
"If thou hast tales of swordsmanship, then the Sword and Keg is the place for thee."
"'Tis on the north side of town."
"Ah, battle!" he sighs.
For a time he reminisces with you, trading stories about past exploits.
"Only an earthquake could make Jhelom tremble, I daresay."
"We had one just last year."
"The piers were broken up, but the shipwrights repaired them swiftly."
"The shipwrights of Jhelom are fastidious and frugal craftsmen."
"I grew up near Castle Britannia."
"'Twas the sunset o'er Brittany Bay and the ships at rest in the harbor which drew me away to the sea."
"Farewell, my friend."
"I cannot help thee with that."