"They say that young girls are being taken up to the Palace and never return, and that one mother saw her daughter dressed in the royal clothes and jewels of the Princess herself. Myself, I think the mother was just seeing things...
“Last night my friend Jake and two of his friends decided to rob Vallermoore Cathedral and asked me if I would come along. I told them no, I didn’t rob sacred places. Well, late that night there was a knocking on the door and I came down to see who it was. It was Jake and he had been wounded. He told me that a knight of stained glass had leapt down from one of the windows and sliced his friends down, and that he was lucky to escape with his life! Personally I think that he and his friends came across a city guard patrol, and that he is too embarrassed to admit being caught by the guards.”
"Why have I fled my country? Because the King has a magical staff that talks to him and orders him to execute people, and he obeys it without question. I was a courtier-do you really think that I would choose a life as a refugee voluntarily? No, I am not wanted in my home country for any crime whatsoever."
"He begged on his deathbed not to be cremated, but to be buried as he would have been had he died in his homeland, but they put him on a pyre anyway. The next evening the priest tripped whilst taking his urn to the temple, and and a cloud of ashes came out and took the shape of a human! The priest tried to run, but the thing cut him off, attacked him and then seemed to collaspse into dust. I saw the priest's eyes and they seemed...blank. Then the priest worked away strangely like something was controlling his movements from inside, and noone has seen him since."
"It seemed a great ring at the time, but soon after wearing it I got so tired that I could hardly be bothered to get up in the morning. When I found out that it was the ring I threw the cursed thing away and then ended up running around crazily doing all the things I should have dome before. I'm not buying anything from that shop again, that's for certain."
"They say that a mad babbling voice can be heard from the tomb of King Arkon...that his spirit is trapped and begs for realese. Myself, I think it's just the wind and someone's overactive imagination."
"There be talk that the Queen's son is a bastard! Since all good-folk know it couldn't be the King himself thats responsible for that huge hairy child! That frail husband o' hers is incapable. Some say the blacksmith himself is responsible! The Queen always liked em' big afterall! Others claim the father is that slimy, shameless bard, Jemrolio. The little boyo has his sickly-green eyes, no less. Wouldn't that be a hoot! Throw down your coin and bet on who the father is! we're bound to get to the truth eventually! Pay attention I'm talkin' to ya'!"