Panicked Yellowjacket: Good sirs and ladies! Calm yourselves! There's no need to─oh gods...
Troubled Coachman (Roegadyn): Blocked again!? They'll have the road backed up all the way to the gates at this rate. I swear by the Navigator, I'll kick those wagons over the sides my damn self if this bridge doesn't open up soon!
Troubled Coachman (Hyur): <groan> This is the third time this week. I must have these fish across and properly stored before they begin to spoil!
Irate Coachman (A): Make way, ye ugly bilge rat! I should've been in Limsa bells ago! Eh!? I'll calm down when fishbacks learn to fly! Now move yer arse!
Irate Coachman (B): You can take your self-important words and take a dive in the harbor! I have shipwrights expecting this cargo, and it'll be a cold day in Thanalan before I back down first!
Irate Coachman (A): Well, if ye put it like that, then maybe I'll hold me tongue for a bit.
Irate Coachman (B): Perhaps you do have a point. I shall endeavor to keep a hold on my temper, if only to see this situation resolved before the moon turns.
Irate Coachman (A): Hmph. Ye could be right, lass. Maybe there is room for both of us to squeeze past if I shift an ilm or two to the left. Probably could've seen that for meself if I hadn't been so busy screamin'. Heh heh.
Irate Coachman (B): I'm sore glad at least one person on this bridge has her head on straight. Perhaps those useless guards should retire and let you assume their post.
Panicked Yellowjacket: Thank you kindly, adventurer! We should be able to get things moving again as soon as─ Hm? Now where did Wyrstmaga disappear to!?
Troubled Coachman (Hyur): <sigh> Now half my Drydocks shipment is spoiled thanks to this cursed bridge and its endless delays. If only I had spent more coin on chilling the fish...
Troubled Coachman (Roegadyn): Well done, mate, well done! Might've been a good show if it'd come to blows, but we all have places to be, now don't we?