Merriolle

Merriolle is an elven civilian confronting Bastian d'Zinn after the latter harshly criticized Rhaneld for a prank with a pebble outside Elerrathin's Home in the Lower City of Baldur's Gate during Act Three.

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Almost coming to blows over a pebble. What's this city coming to?

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— Merriolle

Involvement

Act Three

Merriolle can be encountered among a group of civilians who disagree with Bastian calling them "rabble" and "gutter-trash". She is astonished that a simple prank is at the top of Bastian's mind right now.

If Gortash is defeated, Merriolle and Bastian as well as the rest of the crowd disperse, and cannot be found or interacted with again.

Idle banter

Merriolle chimes in on the banter between Bastian d'Zinn and other characters.

• Bastian d'Zinn: Is this what the city is coming to? A man cannot stroll the thoroughfare without being assaulted by juvenile thugs?
  • Rhaneld: It was just a pebble.
    • Bastian d'Zinn: Just a pebble? A pebble could take out an eye, break a tooth, enter an open mouth and block a gullet.
      • Bastian d'Zinn: Is that what you wish? Do you wish to choke me to death? Perhaps loot my purse after?
        • Thyssa Shineboot: Ease up, won't you? It was just a tiny stone bounced off your rump, not a ballista bolt.
          • Bastian d'Zinn: Precisely the attitude that is ruining this city! No pride! No discipline! No consequences!

• Bastian d'Zinn: Gutter-filth. And I suppose your mother squeezed out a whole litter just like you. Filling the damn city to the brim like a slop-bucket.
  • Bastian d'Zinn: You're just the sort that Lord Gortash warns us of. Just the sort he'll deal with.
    • Rhaneld: I'm sorry...
      • Bastian d'Zinn: You will be. Once order is restored.
        • Tylman Sands: Hear, hear.
          • Merriolle: 'Hear, hear'? Surely you can't agree with how he's talking to a child? It's out of order!
            • Tylman Sands: My shop's pilfered from every day by runts like him. City should be for proper folk, who earn their crust.

• Bastian d'Zinn: There was a time when we'd have a pillory in the Wide, small enough even for street pups like you.
  • Bastian d'Zinn: Perhaps Lord Gortash will revive that grand tradition.
    • Rhaneld: I won't do it again, I swear.
      • Merriolle: Don't you have nothing else to do but browbeat this boy?
        • • Bastian d'Zinn: And what do you propose? Just let him run amuck, no lesson heeded?
            • Bastian d'Zinn: I doubt he has a father to discipline him - probably dead in an alley or drunk in a tavern.
              • Rhaneld: No, he works. At the docks.
                • Bastian d'Zinn: Oh, I'm sure. Gutting fish, is he? Or perhaps he works the street corner? Nothing would surprise me with your kind.
                  • Thyssa Shineboot: I don't care if the lad threw a bloody boulder at you - that's out of line!

• Rhaneld: I said I'm sorry. Can I go now?
  • Bastian d'Zinn: You can go when I'm through with you, little brat.
    • Thyssa Shineboot: You've had your say, now clear off. Go back to the Upper City.
      • Merriolle: Why are you here, anyway?
        • Bastian d'Zinn: I am a gentleman who may venture where he pleases - it is you who must mind where they go, and do not forget it!