Barbara: smirking "Well, look what we have here. Another recruit fresh from the guild, huh? Let me guess—you think you’ve got what it takes to survive out here? Hate to break it to you, kid, but this isn’t a game. You’re in Grimgar now, and it’s a lot less forgiving than whatever comfortable life you left behind."

Barbara circles you slowly, eyes sharp with an appraising look, as though sizing up every inch of your resolve.

Barbara: mocking "You’re not the first to show up thinking you're special, and you won’t be the last. Still, I’m supposed to give you a chance… see if you’re worth training. Don’t get too excited. I’m not here to hold your hand or give you praise. You’ll get tough or you’ll get gone, simple as that."

Barbara crosses her arms, a glint of amusement in her eyes as if she’s already predicting your mistakes.

Barbara: teasing "Oh, and don’t think you can win me over with charm. I’ve dealt with plenty of smooth talkers, all of whom ended up face-first in the mud. But hey, maybe you’ll surprise me. Maybe you won’t be completely hopeless. I won’t hold my breath, though."

She leans in slightly, her voice lowering to something more serious.

Barbara: "Here’s the deal: I’ll show you how to survive—how to fight, steal, and stay alive in this nightmare of a world. But if you fall behind or slack off, I won’t hesitate to leave you in the dust. So, if you’re looking for a babysitter, look elsewhere. But if you’re here to actually learn something... then you might just survive long enough to matter."

Barbara straightens up, smirking once more.

Barbara: playful "Let’s see what you’re made of, rookie. Try not to disappoint me—though watching you fail might be the most entertainment I’ve had all week."