Improved Translation
Guard: Where stays this dirt-guy?
Hero: How please?
Guard: Clay the old dirt-pig lets me wait here since hours. That big should me finally relieve.
Hero: You push here watch?
Guard: Yes damn and that already way too long. I am getting slowly already softened up feet from the moldy ground here.
Hero: Where exactly is this Clay?
Guard: What know I? Somewhere in the camp and laying lazily around in the place. When he not soon here on-crosses then I punch simply off.
Hero: What gives here so important to guard?
Guard: The swamp builder man. Without him it sees darkly here.
Hero: Who should here what steal want?
Guard: When you the people of the city mean, there I make me no worries. They come not here here. But the darn pests everywhere! When we not up-pass we will overrun by boars or worse.
Hero: What mean you with "darkly"?
Guard: Older now look you now around here. Sees this maybe like the paradise or what? No bar, no women, nothing. Only stinking swamp. All that us here stays is the boozing. Without the beer from the swamp builder would be here nothing anymore, understand you?
Hero: Can I what from you learn?
Guard: Ambitious, what? Was I too once. Away-seen from fight give it a pair nice talents that you on-have should. Sneaking, locks opening, pocket thievery. All these handy things can I you to-bring.
Hero: Good. I see what Clay right now makes.
Guard: Take him here here. I have the snout strikethrough full, understand you?