Hey there travelers. We have a barley harvest to bring in and we could use some help. Help us and will give you some pork stew, barley bread, beer and a couple pairs of socks.
You best start believing in highway robberies, you're in one.
Sure thing, sounds good. What's new in this neck of the woods?
Hey, these are my peasants who gather my barley and your a dishonorable bandit! Now I'm gonna cut your head off with my Katana! DAAAAGH!
Take my mark upon this piece of parchment. Bear it with you if you take this barley to Denton Town and the agent at the sign of the red sparrow will pay you a fair price for all you carry.
My burly companions might well aid you with the rest of your labours, but I'm afraid I must return to my books.
I could use an extra pair of socks, its been getting a bit chilly outside.
There was three men come out o' the west
their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow,
John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
throwed clods upon his head,
Til these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead.