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)