Trader Bob says, "I'm doin' just fine, you?"

You say, "I'm pretty good. Been working on enhancing my aethership. Mighty fine
products there."

Trader Bob says, "Aethership, you say? What's her name?"

Trader Bob tilts his head and listens intently.

You say, "Aye, I call her the Breeze."

You say, "Made of pure crystal, she is, swift as Shanth, too."

Trader Bob exclaims, "Mmmhmmm. Wait, made of pure crystal? Must be a real
looker!"

You say, "Aye."

You say, "The Algontherine is feisty sometimes though."

You say, "Quite an attitude on her."

Grinning smugly, Trader Bob says, "Most of 'em do ....er, what did you say your
name was?"

You say, "Ah, My Name is Doman."

You flash the world a charmingly crooked grin.

Trader Bob scratches his head looking for an idea.

You say, "Cantor Extraordinaire."

Trader Bob says, "Doman? Doman Dilferberry?"

You say, "Ah, no, I am Doman Silverias."

As he looks you over, Trader Bob says, "Ah, right. You're nowhere near as
goodlookin as good ol Dilferberry."

You say, "Ah, perhaps, but my wife would probably disagree."

Lifting a hand in the air, Trader Bob exclaims, "Not that I find him, or
you...attractive!"

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

You say, "I took your meaning."

Trader Bob exclaims, "No indeed, Mrs. Bob is the only one for me!"

Trader Bob blinks.

You say, "Aye, I'll have to meet her sometime."

Frowning, Trader Bob says, "Why do you want to meet her? I thought you already
had a wife."

Trader Bob says, "Besides, she's already taken."

You say, "Yes, but it's always nice to meet new people, and one who has the
Attention of THE Trader bob has to be quite the personality."

Trader Bob says, "Yeah, either that or she's incredibly good looking."

You grin and nod.

Trader Bob nudges you suggestively.

You say, "That works too."

You smile impishly and say, "Always good to have both in a woman though."

Trader Bob says, "So which one does your wife got? Brains or beauty?"

You say, "Oh, she's got both. Lovely Furrikin girl named Miriamele."

Trader Bob says, "What kind o' furrkin is she?"

You say, "Feline, she likes to pounce, can be murder on the back when she sneaks
up on you."

Trader Bob says, "Feline? Mmmmm. They're my favorite."

The corners of Trader Bob's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Trader Bob exclaims, "Anyhow, I gotta get back to work!"

You say, "You keep it up!"

Trader Bob says, "It was nice chattin with ya."

You say, "And you, bob."

Trader Bob nudges you suggestively.

Trader Bob says, "Knowhatimean? Knowwhatimean? Wink wink, nudge nudge? Knowwhatimean?"

Mrs. Bob would be the hardest denizen to influence ever.

That and all the times i would randomly strike up a conversation with avarak (ur'guard trainer) and the'd start having a chat.