Template:NpcData/Mayor Finchley

Mayor Finchley
Aggressive	No
Hostile	No
Interactable	Yes

Interactions

Gives

Item	Amount
Bracelet of the Troll Berserker	1

Requests

Item	Amount
Steak	1
Coins	250

Quests

• A Daring Rescue: Advances to phase 4, Advances to phase 5, Completes the quest

Locations

This NPC spawns at 2 location(s).

Dialogue

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

Conversation starts

• "Dare I hope you'd be here to save me...? I'd stand but my legs are fee…" — Requires quest A Daring Rescue (phase 3)
• "Oof, gotta say... that troll jailor didn't exactly treat me gently...…" — Requires quest A Daring Rescue (phase 4)
• "I think there's an opening on the ceiling large enough for me to crawl…" — Requires quest A Daring Rescue (phase 5)
• "The hay, stranger! There isn't time to think this through; just hide t…"
• "There you are, the person who helped me set free! I'm lucky you came a…" — Requires quest A Daring Rescue (phase 6)
• "Glad to see you around, friend. Ain't gonna forget about you saving me…" — Requires quest A Daring Rescue (phase 999+)

Mayor Finchley: Dare I hope you'd be here to save me...? I'd stand but my legs are feeling a bit wobbly right now... That jailor didn't exactly treat me gently...

› What do you need, a healing potion? →

› Just wait here a second. (end)

Mayor Finchley: No! That kind of vile stuff is invented by crazy hags, I've never let a single drop enter my body and I'm not about to start! All a man in my state really needs is one juicy steak.

› A steak? You're joking. →

Mayor Finchley: Never been more serious in my life! The trolls tried to feed me hay... said they'd fatten me up like a pig before putting me to stew in their cookpot. Don't think they have a clue, humans don't eat hay...

› I guess I'll return with a steak then. →

Mayor Finchley: Please do... we can talk more about getting me out of here when I've recovered energy enough to stand at least.

› Continue (A Daring Rescue: advances to phase 4) (end)

Mayor Finchley: Oof, gotta say... that troll jailor didn't exactly treat me gently... tried to feed me hay... didn't like that I refused, so he forced it down...

› Well, I brought a steak like you requested. →

› Are you sure you don't need a healing potion instead? →

› Just hang in there for a bit. (end)

Mayor Finchley: Ancestors be praised! Trust me, a good steak can restore a man better than any crazy shaman's 'healing' potion.

› Continue →

› Continue →

Mayor Finchley: *The mayor winces as he bites into the steak.*

It's overcooked! Medium-rare, my man, it's meant to be medium-rare!

› C'mon, quit complaining... (A Daring Rescue: advances to phase 5; hand over Steak) (end)

Mayor Finchley: *The mayor devours your steak rabidly.*

Deliciously juicy, my man - cooked to perfection!

› I'm quite experienced, if I do say so myself... (A Daring Rescue: advances to phase 5; hand over Steak) (end)

Mayor Finchley: No! That kind of vile stuff is invented by crazy hags, I've never let a single drop enter my body and I'm not about to start! All a man in my state really needs is one juicy steak.

› Well, if you're sure... I brought one. →

› Just hang in there for a bit. (end)

Mayor Finchley: I think there's an opening on the ceiling large enough for me to crawl through, I'll just need to get up there somehow.

› You'll be fine with a bit of rope? →

› You're sure we can't just break through this door instead? →

Mayor Finchley: Yeah, I reckon if you'd slip me some rope... wait...!

*The Mayor cuts off quickly at the emerging sounds of grunting and giant footsteps.*

› Continue →

Mayor Finchley: Oh no...! I get the feeling the trolls are about to intensify my guard! Oh, I know - use the hay, stranger, use the hay!

› Um, what...? →

› Hold on, I've actually got rope in my bags right now... →

Mayor Finchley: *The noise from what can only be a particularly sizable troll draws very close...*

Maice will know, she'll understand...!

› Continue (end)

Mayor Finchley: Look carefully, it's not a door at all! Those foolish trolls even strapped a lock on it, but it's just metal bars! They lift the whole thing off when they 'open' the cell.

› You'll be fine with a bit of rope, then? →

Mayor Finchley: The hay, stranger! There isn't time to think this through; just hide the rope in the hay up in the village! They'll steal it and feed it to me, I'm sure of it!

› Continue (end)

› Hold on, I've actually got rope in my bags right now... (end)

Mayor Finchley: There you are, the person who helped me set free! I'm lucky you came along when you did. Who knows how much longer before those trolls would've lost their patience with me and stuffed me into their cookpot.

› Continue →

Mayor Finchley: Speaking of, I managed to grab something from the troll lair as I headed out. I reckon it's some kind of a troll trinket, like something their shamans use or some such. Anyway, thought you should have it as thanks for rescuing me.

› You usually have trouble with the trolls? →

› How are your huntsmen doing? →

› I'm sure I'll find use for it, take care. →

Mayor Finchley: While we're in the village, we can usually rely on shooting arrows at them from behind the safety of our palisades. But out there in the woods, gotta always be on your guard. Maybe it's about time we start fighting back, thinning their numbers.

› How are your huntsmen doing? →

› Alright then, take care. →

› Alright then, take care. (end)

Mayor Finchley: Kale and Farrow? They'll be alright, I'm not mad at them for running, if that's what you're thinking. Getting surprised by giant trolls like that, wouldn't expect anyone in the village stand and fight against that. They're good men though, good with their bows given the chance.

› You usually have trouble with the trolls? →

› Alright then, take care. →

› Alright then, take care. (end)

Mayor Finchley: You too, drop by from time to time. Who knows, maybe we could use more of your help with the trolls...

› Continue (A Daring Rescue: completes the quest) (end)

Mayor Finchley: Glad to see you around, friend. Ain't gonna forget about you saving me from the trolls anytime soon.

› *Recover the Bracelet of the Troll Berserker.* →

› You usually have trouble with the trolls? →

› How are your huntsmen doing? →

› Leave. (end)

Mayor Finchley: *Recover the bracelet for 250 gold?*

› Yes. (receive Bracelet of the Troll Berserker; hand over 250× Coins) (end)

› Never mind. (end)