Tyler is shopkeeper at the Equipment Shop on Sanctuary Outpost. Tyler has a terrible memory, but tries not to show by recalling events that may or may not have happened with different people and places. His memory seems to be askew for locations as well as names, though he does recall Senior Trader Mildred by name.
Tyler here, don't I...er, know you? Yes, of course I do, never forget a face
Have we met before then?
Sure have! You were in here a while ago. You and that err...Bob fellow...wasn't it? Yeah, Bob. He was telling me about that cunning plan you two were working on. Something about a special chest and the Gold Hoarders wasn't it?
Anything good in stock?
You bet! Your friend sold me one of those things you invented together. You know, the thing that opens any door, like you did under the water near Wanderers Refuge. It's around here, I'm sure it is... Er, sorry...I must have put it down in the outpost somewhere.
Have you traveled much across these islands?
Yes, from Snuggler's Reach to Mermaid's Booty! That reminds me, I came across your crewmate Maria, all the way out on Chicken's Ridge. Said she was waiting for you to bring her the smuggled cargo, the one you got from that trader Mildred I forgot to tell you, not like me at all!
Revenge of the Morningstar
Tyler here, don't I...er, know you? Yes, of course, I do, never forget a face
You recognize the uniform?
Of course! I’ve got a memory like a steel trap, I have. You’re from that fancy galleon, the Moorhen! Or was it the Maverick? No, the Morningstar! Slip of the tongue. No-one else dresses so finely. I thought I was expecting you earlier, but you’re here now and that’s what matters. I had heard you’d run into some trouble out there… Or am I thinking of somebody else?
I’m here to collect what we paid for.
Oh yes! And a very handsome sum it was too. I wrote down everything I learned for you, all official-like. Er… I just seem to have misplaced my notebook. Not to worry, though, it’s all safely lodged in my noggin. You wanted to know about Commander Claysparrow, right? That the fellow? His thugs are after some old mug, apparently. Not sure why they’re so thirsty, but they’re still poking around Sinking Cove. That’s the place, or my name’s not Taylor! Er. Tyler.