“Penri Kell's my name. Traveler, by vocation - I have no trade, but I do have a job for one like yourself. Interested?”
“Never met a Traveler before, have you? We may look humble, but our purses are always full. You can find a lot of coin if you know where to look... and when.”
“None are safe from its wilting touch. Not even the Travelers. Like everyone in Amalur, our fate is in the cards.”
“At first listen, the Fae speak in riddles. But bend an ear. They revere stories. It is how they give their lives meaning. If you can call what they do "life". The House of Ballads is a place where the Fae revel in their past glories. It is north of here if you're curious.”
“New to the Faelands, yes? We Travelers are folks without land, law, or king. We go where we want and do what we please. That aside, it's pretty much common knowledge that we're some of the greatest thieves in the land. "Kiss a Traveler and count your teeth," so the saying goes.”
“Anyone who labors to defy nature is a fool. The Warsworn built that keep to stand for all time. But it will fall, like all the others. They should heed the lesson of Castle Yolvan. If magic wishes to reclaim what's rightfully hers, she will do it.”
“You might try your hand at thievery. If you like it - and you're good enough - you can sell "your" goods to our fences.”
“I have to say, the Fair Folk may be little strange, but they have quite a way with stone... Thanks for your help in claiming this bauble. It was worth every coin.”