You say, 'Hail, Larkon Theardor'
Larkon Theardor says, 'Greetings! Welcome to the Library of Mechanimagica. You must be a [current member of the Library] or has my [mind begun to slip]?'
You say, 'I am a current member of the Library'
Larkon Theardor says 'Good. The last thing a member of the Eldritch Collective needs is to lose his mind. Look what happened to Meldrath. Enough chitchat. I am Larkon and it is not my job to teach you. It is my job to direct you to service. We require items and such to complete our studies. We need someone of moderate skill to [gather minotaur horns] and [collect basilisk tongues].
You say, 'Your mind is slipping.'
Larkon Theardor says 'What!? That was but a joke. I try to make you feel comfortable with a little levity and you proclaim my mind has gone the way of Meldrath's. Well, enough frivolity. You will do your part to help in the menial tasks of the Collective. Do you want the [clean tasks] or the [dirty tasks]?'
You say, 'clean tasks'
You say, 'dirty tasks'
Larkon Theardor says, 'Clean... Dirty... It matters not. You have upset me with your rude remarks. You will go to the Steamfont Mountains. There you will find Fodin and tell him I have sent you. He will have a nice tidy task for you. A bath! Be on your way!'
Larkon Theardor says, 'There is much more you must do for the Library of Mechanimagica before such things can be revealed to you. Perhaps fetching minotaur horns and returning them to Professor Theardor will earn you membership to the Library of Mechanimagica.'
Larkon Theardor says, 'You dare to speak to a member of the Eldritch Collective! You had best leave before you find your soul displaced from your body.'