Template:NpcData/Old Man Harold

Old Man Harold
Level	1
Aggressive	No
Hostile	No
Interactable	Yes

Interactions

Quests

• Something Fishy: Starts the quest, Completes the quest

Dialogue

12 lines of dialogue. Options are marked ›, → jumps to the line an option leads to.

Conversation starts

• "Aye, you busy, lil’ guy? An ol’ timer like myself needs some help ever…" — depends on progress
• "You get me fishes yet? Three of em? Three fishes? You git it dun yet,…" — depends on progress
• "Thank ye again fo’ helping with me stew!" — depends on progress

Old Man Harold: Aye, you busy, lil’ guy? An ol’ timer like myself needs some help every now and then, you know?

› Err, okay? →

› Yes, busy. Very busy! Too busy, in fact, for whatever mundane and pathetic task you are going to request of me. (end)

Old Man Harold: So Imma cook somethin' real good up, ye know what I’m sayin? I just don’t have all the ingredients I need. The stew is almost done, but it ain’t got no meat! I needs fish. Not jus’ any ol’ fish, but a REAL special type. Special fishes. Three o' them. Fishes.

› What makes these fish so damn special, old man? →

› Special fishes. Three of them. Three special fishes. →

Old Man Harold: What makes a fish special? A diet of fairy farts, sparkling frog toes, dogwood blossoms, and sand crab droppings - add in a blessing from the god o' birthdays, of course! Blessed their eyes hisself. The eyes are the best part. Roll em' in dirt. Taste like fresh rabbit eyes - but with dirt. Dirts the secret ingredient. And eyes.

› Umm, anyways... →

Old Man Harold: Aye, three of ‘em special fishes. Thing is, you can’t get these here fish in just any ol' pond. Well, maybe you can - I dunno, never really left this town. Born and raised off them fishes, I was. Anyways, its out near close to where them TROLLS lurk - them big nasties that’ll crush ye without a second thought. I’d get it myself, but wouldn’t ya know these ol’ weathered joints in my arms can’t handle a fishin’ rod like they used to, so Imma need a youngun like you to get it fo' me. Plus, I dun wanna die. Whaddya say?

› Sounds like a reasonable proposal. →

› Gods no, not another fetch quest! (end)

Old Man Harold: Right, so head outside the town gates. It dun matter which set, jus' head west around the side o' the wall and you'll see the crescent-shaped pond - edge o’ the thing is practically against the walls o’ the keep. Juss go an’ get me three o’ them fishes, and I’ll reward ye handsomely. Three fishes. Three.

› I shall return with the fish. (Something Fishy: starts the quest) (end)

Old Man Harold: You get me fishes yet? Three of em? Three fishes? You git it dun yet, youngin?

› What was I supposed to get again? And how many of them? And where? →

› No, not yet. (end)

› I've got your fishes right here, old man. There are three of them. Three. I counted them myself. Three fishes. →

Old Man Harold: OUTSIDE THE TOWN. WEST. POND. THREE. FISHES.

› Ah, okay. →

Old Man Harold: FISHES. THREE. OF. THEM. YA CROUTON! *holds up 3 fingers angrily*

› Right, got it. →

Old Man Harold: THREE. *inhales*

› Sorry! →

Old Man Harold: FIIIIIIIIISSSSHHHHHHHHEEEESSSSS!

› FOR FUCK'S SAKE - I'm leaving! Calm the fuck down, old man! (end)

Old Man Harold: Thur' we go! Can't wait to eat them eyeballs! Theysa bulgin' right out o' them fishy skulls! Not bad fer a youngin, you be. Here, have some gold, and thank ye!

› Right. Have fun with your fishes. All three of them. That would be six eyeballs, mind you. Anyways, I'm off. (Something Fishy: completes the quest) (end)

Old Man Harold: Thank ye again fo’ helping with me stew!

› Right. The stew with the fishes. Three of them. Three fishes. Three special fishes. (end)