Conversation: `q_silk`

NPC lines: 9
PC replies: 13
NumWords: 419
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creature NPC Thranduil, King of Eryn Lasgalen thranduil_2 — in Mirkwood: Thranduil's Hall
creature NPC Thranduil, King of Eryn Lasgalen — in Mirkwood: Thranduil's Hall

Scripts referenced

Script	Slot	In module
`q_silk_c4`	active	✓
`q_silk_pay`	action	✓
`q_silk_start`	action	✓
`q_silk_c1`	active	✓
`q_silk_c2`	active	✓
`q_silk_c3`	active	✓
`q_silk_clow`	active	✓

Quest entries granted

Quest	Tag	Step(s)
Spider Silk Harvest	`mirkwood_silk`	1, 2

Custom tokens

These runtime tokens are filled by NWScript via SetCustomToken(N, text). The scripts listed set each token; the actual value depends on game state at runtime.

Token	Set by script(s)
`<CUSTOM6350>`	q_silk_c1
`<CUSTOM6351>`	q_silk_c2

Starting entries

entry #0 (if q_silk_c1) — *The Elvenking inclines his head a fraction* The day's silk is weighed and paid,…
entry #1 (if q_silk_c2) — *Thranduil's grey eyes flick to your pack* How goes the hunt? My stewards count …
entry #3 (if q_silk_c3) — *Thranduil, King of Eryn Lasgalen, regards you from his carved throne* The great…
entry #7 (if q_silk_clow) — *The Elvenking's gaze weighs you in a heartbeat* No. The spiders of my wood have…
entry #8 — *Thranduil watches you in silence for a long moment* Walk carefully in my halls,…

Conversation flow

Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.

entry #0 (if q_silk_c1) ¶

*The Elvenking inclines his head a fraction* The day's silk is weighed and paid, hunter. My weavers can card no more before the morrow -- return in <CUSTOM6350>^[q_silk_c1].

reply #0 ¶

Until tomorrow, my lord.

entry #1 (if q_silk_c2) ¶

*Thranduil's grey eyes flick to your pack* How goes the hunt? My stewards count <CUSTOM6351>^[q_silk_c2] bolts of the six I asked of you. The spiders will not thin themselves.

reply #1 → q_silk_pay (if q_silk_c4) ¶

Six bolts of spider silk, as asked.

entry #2 ¶

*He draws a bolt through his long fingers and nods slowly* Clean-cut, and strong. My weavers will put it to better use than its makers ever did. *a steward counts out your bounty* Three hundred gold of the realm, and the thanks of Eryn Lasgalen. Come again tomorrow -- the dark breeds them faster than we can cull them.

reply #3 ¶

My sword is yours, King Thranduil.

reply #2 ¶

Still hunting. The wood is dark.

entry #3 (if q_silk_c3) ¶

*Thranduil, King of Eryn Lasgalen, regards you from his carved throne* The great spiders choke my wood -- spawn of Ungoliant's brood, every one. Yet their silk is stronger than steel wire, and my weavers prize it. Bring me six bolts of spider silk cut from the spiders of Mirkwood and you shall have three hundred gold. Once each day, no more.

reply #4 → q_silk_start ¶

I will thin the spiders' ranks, my lord.

entry #4 ¶

*He nods once, already half-turned back to his counsels* Hunt the deep wood -- west, north, east and the central dark, all of it crawls. Six bolts. My stewards will be told to expect you.

reply #7 ¶

It will be done.

reply #5 ¶

Which spiders yield this silk?

entry #5 ¶

*a thin smile* The named horrors of the wood: the Giant Spiders and their Queens, the Lava Climbers, the Death Weepers, the Black Spear and the Sword Spiders. Their lesser kin spin nothing worth the carding. Cut the silk where they fall -- anywhere beneath Mirkwood's boughs will serve.

reply #8 → q_silk_start ¶

Then I accept. The hunt begins.

entry #6 ¶

*He gestures, and a steward makes a note in a silver-bound ledger* Go, then. Six bolts, and gold on your return.

reply #10 ¶

By nightfall, my lord.

reply #9 ¶

I will think on it.

reply #6 ¶

Spiders are not my quarrel. Good day.

entry #7 (if q_silk_clow) ¶

*The Elvenking's gaze weighs you in a heartbeat* No. The spiders of my wood have eaten bolder souls than yours, and I will not feed them another. Return when you carry twelve seasons of battle on your shoulders, and we shall speak of silk.

reply #11 ¶

As you say, my lord.

entry #8 ¶

*Thranduil watches you in silence for a long moment* Walk carefully in my halls, stranger -- and more carefully still beneath the trees.

reply #12 ¶

I shall.

NPC lines (entries) — flat index

entry #0

*The Elvenking inclines his head a fraction* The day's silk is weighed and paid, hunter. My weavers can card no more before the morrow -- return in <CUSTOM6350>^[q_silk_c1].

→ reply #0 “Until tomorrow, my lord.”

entry #1

*Thranduil's grey eyes flick to your pack* How goes the hunt? My stewards count <CUSTOM6351>^[q_silk_c2] bolts of the six I asked of you. The spiders will not thin themselves.

→ reply #1 “Six bolts of spider silk, as asked.” (if q_silk_c4)
→ reply #2 “Still hunting. The wood is dark.”

entry #2

→ reply #3 “My sword is yours, King Thranduil.”

entry #3

→ reply #4 “I will thin the spiders' ranks, my lord.”
→ reply #5 “Which spiders yield this silk?”
→ reply #6 “Spiders are not my quarrel. Good day.”

entry #4

*He nods once, already half-turned back to his counsels* Hunt the deep wood -- west, north, east and the central dark, all of it crawls. Six bolts. My stewards will be told to expect you.

→ reply #7 “It will be done.”

entry #5

→ reply #8 “Then I accept. The hunt begins.”
→ reply #9 “I will think on it.”

entry #6

*He gestures, and a steward makes a note in a silver-bound ledger* Go, then. Six bolts, and gold on your return.

→ reply #10 “By nightfall, my lord.”

entry #7

→ reply #11 “As you say, my lord.”

entry #8

*Thranduil watches you in silence for a long moment* Walk carefully in my halls, stranger -- and more carefully still beneath the trees.

→ reply #12 “I shall.”

PC replies — flat index

reply #0

Until tomorrow, my lord.

reply #1 → q_silk_pay

Six bolts of spider silk, as asked.

→ entry #2 “*He draws a bolt through his long fingers and nods slowly* Clean-cut, and strong…”

reply #2

Still hunting. The wood is dark.

reply #3