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== Involvement ==
== Involvement ==
He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight.
He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight.
== Notable loot ==
* {{MdRarityItem|Scouting for Kingpins}}
== Idle banter ==
The Professor will occasionally chat with {{CharLink|Slick Inatra}}:
{{Dialogue start}}
'''Slick Inatra:''' We're all on the same side, friend. Nine-Fingers invited us herself.
* '''The Professor:''' The guildmaster hired you, yes - but I think it's best if your Zhentarim keep to themselves. There's not a lot of trust in the Guildhall of late.
** '''Slick Inatra:''' You're all scared shitless of this Stone Lord, you mean. Which is exactly why your boss hired us.
'''Slick Inatra:''' Look, if your lot could look after themselves, we wouldn't need to be here.
* '''The Professor:''' The Guild is a collective of specialists - not a private army.
** '''Slick Inatra:''' 'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend.
*** '''The Professor:''' ...There are no killers here, Zhent. Assassins, those are a different matter entirely.
'''The Professor:''' As you'll see, there's plenty of space for your people.
* '''Slick Inatra:''' Down there in the damp, you mean.
** '''The Professor:''' Count yourself lucky. This place is usually so full that you wouldn't find room to sit your padded arse down.
** '''Slick Inatra:''' Don't try to flirt with me, boss. We both know this place is like a tomb because your crews are running scared.
'''Slick Inatra:''' And what are we meant to do about food?
* '''The Professor:''' Talk to Severn at the bar.
** '''Slick Inatra:''' What - the bugbear?
*** '''The Professor:''' The guildmaster poached him from a minor peer of Parliament. He's quite the cook.
{{Dialogue end}}


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Latest revision as of 22:56, 15 October 2024

The Professor is an elven member of The Guild who can be found walking around the Guildhall within the Undercity.

Involvement[edit | edit source]

He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight.

Notable loot[edit | edit source]

Idle banter[edit | edit source]

The Professor will occasionally chat with Slick Inatra Slick Inatra:

Slick Inatra: We're all on the same side, friend. Nine-Fingers invited us herself.

  • The Professor: The guildmaster hired you, yes - but I think it's best if your Zhentarim keep to themselves. There's not a lot of trust in the Guildhall of late.
    • Slick Inatra: You're all scared shitless of this Stone Lord, you mean. Which is exactly why your boss hired us.

Slick Inatra: Look, if your lot could look after themselves, we wouldn't need to be here.

  • The Professor: The Guild is a collective of specialists - not a private army.
    • Slick Inatra: 'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend.
      • The Professor: ...There are no killers here, Zhent. Assassins, those are a different matter entirely.

The Professor: As you'll see, there's plenty of space for your people.

  • Slick Inatra: Down there in the damp, you mean.
    • The Professor: Count yourself lucky. This place is usually so full that you wouldn't find room to sit your padded arse down.
    • Slick Inatra: Don't try to flirt with me, boss. We both know this place is like a tomb because your crews are running scared.

Slick Inatra: And what are we meant to do about food?

  • The Professor: Talk to Severn at the bar.
    • Slick Inatra: What - the bugbear?
      • The Professor: The guildmaster poached him from a minor peer of Parliament. He's quite the cook.