conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Long ago, two warring armies of genies fought on the slopes of Pale Mountain, and the world shook under the power of their wishcraft. Today, the armies are wakening, and one potent efreeti warlord is ready to pick up where he left off unless a pair of heroes can stop him! 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve been a slave your  whole life. When your most recent master fell on hard times, he sold many of his slaves to the city government, and as luck would have it, a recent opportunity to earn your freedom has manifested. The Pactmasters of Katapesh are looking to revitalize an old trade route to Osirion, and a band of mercenaries is gathering to supplement forces already in place near the ruined village of Kelmarane, now infested by gnolls.  You’ve secured a place among those mercenaries, under the watchful eye of Garavel. If you help in retaking Kelmarane, you’ve been promised  your freedom.
conversations.prefix: Earning your Freedom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A mile from the Sultan's Claw stands the abandoned Monastery of St. Vardishal, a forlorn edifice only holy to the faith of Sarenrae. In the 2 decades since a mad cult from Kelmarane invaded and put its monks to death, the place has stood as an empty ruin, a reminder of a brief era in which civilization tamed the Uwaga Highlands.
conversations.prefix: The Old Monastery:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vicious gremlins who follow gnolls and worship them as gods, Pugwampis are infamous for their supernatural aura of bad luck.
conversations.prefix: Pugwampis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An aura generated by pugwampis, this makes good situations bad, bad situations awkward, and awkward situations just horrid. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
conversations.prefix: Unluck:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: These four baboons have been kept as guardian beasts by the pugwampis. The baboons appreciate the hunks of meat and fruits the jackal rats toss them, and treat the gremlins as members of their own tribe. They ferociously attack any non-gremlin they meet... which means you.
conversations.prefix: Baboons:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are tied by your feet and hanging upside down. You must get free before you can fight the pugwampis in the rafters...
conversations.prefix: Escape:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: King Mokknokk is big for a pugwampi and a fierce fighter. He favors the use of a magic hammer, though he has a longbow for emergencies. King Mokknokk is pompous and self important and unbelievably stupid.
conversations.prefix: King Mokknokk:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The arcane is as a part of me as blood is part of everyone.
conversations.prefix: Sorceress:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Magic and the knowledge on how it works
conversations.prefix: Arcana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some people are smart, pretty, and wise. Tsura, not so much.
conversations.prefix: Unwise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have dedicated your life to the church of Sarenrae, the Dawnflower. You spread her influence everywhere you walk.
conversations.prefix: Cleric:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are skilled with the scimitar, Sarenrae's favored weapon.
conversations.prefix: Swordsmanship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are shrewd and perceptive, skilled with thinking outside the box and outsmarting opponents.
conversations.prefix: Cunning:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't hold back. Ever. Often, you speak without tact, or worse, you're downright rude.
conversations.prefix: Unequivocal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're an orphan raised by the church of Sarenrae. If the Pactmasters' plans to revitalize and rebuild the village of Kelmarane are successful, the village will need a temple, and your faith is keenly interested in being represented there. A temple dedicated to Sarenrae once stood in Kelmarane itself, but it has long since fallen into ruin; whispers among the religion tell that the church's old pastor may have fallen from grace and may even have been part of the cause of the hard times that befell the village. You've joined Garavel's band in hopes of helping to establish a new temple in the soon-to-be revitalized village.
conversations.prefix: Missionary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve been a slave your whole life. When your most recent master fell on hard times, he sold many of his slaves to the city government, and as luck would have it, a recent opportunity to earn your freedom has manifested. The Pactmasters of Katapesh are looking to revitalize an old trade route to Osirion, and a band of mercenaries is gathering to supplement forces already in place near the ruined village of Kelmarane, now infested by gnolls. You’ve secured a place among those mercenaries, under the watchful eye of Garavel. If you help in retaking Kelmarane, you’ve been promised your freedom
conversations.prefix: Earning your Freedom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes, it would be better to slow down and think things through. I did not do that.
conversations.prefix: Reckless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some people have the usual acids and digesting food...
conversations.prefix: Fire Belly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For some it's an excuse to do bad things, for others it's actually true.
conversations.prefix: Uncontrolled: