What seek ye, traveller? Know ye not ye walk within an arrow's flight of the City of Thieves?

Yes, rash one, didn't I just finish telling ye? The City of Thieves. You'd best stay away.

What? There's no castle near here. Sidra's lain empty years now.

T'ain't no newer castle, neither. T'is early to be drinking so hard, isn't it?

S'your own skin, then—don't come crying, 'cause I warned ye.

Well! Young'uns these days, I don't know.