You say, 'Hail, Olam Coalkek'
Olam Coalkek grumbles something under his breath and sighs as he turns to face you. 'What is it? You'd better be 'ere to feed me or fix this cart. I don't 'ave time to chat, because that cursed [ogre] can't get it through 'is 'ead that this cart can't carry as much as 'e can lift. I'm gettin' tired of fixin' this thing.'
You say, 'ogre'
Olam Coalkek says, 'Heh, you 'aven't met 'im yet? 'is name is Grumby. 'e's basically the foreman around 'ere. I don't think 'e really knows what 'e's doin', but with 'is attitude, nobody is willin' to argue with 'im. Hey, uh, you didn't 'ear that from me.'