(6200) Belford, the Sick Guard: *For a moment your mind fumbles for an awkward excuse. Then you realize the man is completely delirious, his eyes swaying wildly from side to side. Fever seems to have addled his brains.*
(6201) Belford, the Sick Guard: Mother…! How many times must I tell you…?! I'm a… big man now… you mustn't rummage through my sock drawer without my permission…!
Errr… yes, mother's here to take care of you, go back to bed… → (6202)
(6202) Belford, the Sick Guard: Yes, mother… could really use some cookies and milk to feel better… when you have the time…*With that the man waddles back to bed.*
