Ingri/Interactions

This is a list of interactions with Ingri. Contents 1 Introduction 2 Reencounter 3 Retirement 4 Rehire 5 Story: Reval 6 Like Quotes 6.1 Oksana 7 Dislike Quotes 7.1 Algirdas 7.2 Sarabun Introduction[] Greetings, sir. The wine here is disgusting, wouldn't you agree? I see you know your wine, eh? "Oh certainly. I am an army quartermaster with a patent from the king of Sweden himself. Or, rather, I used to be... My name is Ingri, and I hail from Reval. If you need provisions for amazing prices, or you wish to sell your merchandise at triple the standard prices, then I am your man! I provided all the food and wine for the court regiment of Carl Gustaf himself -- and everyone was perfectly content with me. Except my competitors, of course! And one day those bastards changed one of my beer barrels, and my clients were treated to horse piss instead of beer -- on the King's birthday no less! Bad luck all around, what can one say. Now I have no patent, and no savings either. Free as a bird, like it or not." Now I am looking for a commander who could appreciate my true worth." Well, you would not be out of place in my party. Very well, I agree to follow you. Now I will take into my hands the matters of selling and buying. -- And I am not only good at trading, but I can hold a blade as well. The carts often need to be protected, as I'm sure you know... Better there be no other women around. Else there's a life of constant squabbles. I think you may get along with my companions. Gather yourself. Just a small nuisance, though. There was a fair here the other day, and I sold some wine to a small party, without permission from the local trade guild. Until I pay their fine of 500 thaler, the guards will not let me leave town. Here, take it. I feel this investment will soon be well repaid. Hell no. I need no thievish female women-haters. I fear I do not have enough in my purse to pay for all your fine talents. So my answer must be no. Pardon me, but I have no time to talk. Good evening to you... Reencounter[] By the way, sir, perhaps you are in need of a quartermaster with some experience? When the carts are brimming with provisions, the barrels are full of good powder, and a merry bottle-o-wine is always there for the day of rest -- well, the war goes much better, believe you me. Retirement[] Pardon me, (sir/madam), but my patience is at end. Your soldiers are gluttonous and ungrateful, and your companions are rude and uncouth. Besides, managing supplies without filling my own pocket is not worthy of my trade. Here is all the income and expenses written down. I hope we may part amicably, yes? Rehire[] My good (sir/lady)! I am so glad to see you once more. The lot of a freelance quartermaster is a poor one. Armies have no need of suppliers: their commanders simply ransack all the settlements they come across on their way. Forget everything I said before, please. I forgive the foolish Swede. I may return to your company, I hope? Story: Reval[] A few more miles and we shall see the walls of Reval! Reval, before it was taken by the Swedes, was a free town and part of the Hanseatic Union. My family used to reside there, even back in the times of the Livonian Order. For the dwellers of Reval, trade is the stuff of life. My father brought Russian hemp to England, and I -- well, I ran away and tagged along with the army. Like Quotes[] Oksana[] Sir, it is said there can be no friendship between women. But let me say this -- I can always count on Oksana. She cured all my cart horses and prepared a broth for me to cast out a fever. I was back on my feet the very next day. I say that she is the worthiest among your followers. Make it known to all, that any man who lays a finger on her shall sup on rotten horse-flesh for the remainder of the journey. Dislike Quotes[] Algirdas[] {Sir/Madam}, let me make this plan. I do not appreciate that noble who thinks of me as of a pile of dirt on the road, or something stuck to his oh-so-noble boot. Yes, I am referring to Algirdas. I am an army quartermaster, not some serf wench! If he once more throws me his coat, muttering through his teeth that "it must be clean by morning", I'm afraid I shall simply have to look for another company. Sarabun[] Tell me honestly, why do we keep that quack in the party? Sarabun is a fraud and a good-for-nothing. His concoctions make my belly hurt, and if he shows those awful leeches to me one more time, I shall feed them to him on the spot... In your place, sir, I would long ago shown him the door. I hope you will do so now, or I shall have to begin my search for another master.