kodeen: My favorite is one of the swampweed pickers in the first Gothic (forget his name). He has a thick New Jersey Italian accent and mentions how he's breaking his balls picking swampweed.
Maybe that's it: it isn't the usual flowery elfy-dwarfy-epicy crap we'd normally encounter from this type of game.
Early on one gets the opportunity to team up with Bartok for some hunting and it just seemed to me like a conversation that, well, that we'd normally have but with different subject matter. Instead of something like "Let us hark over to yon woods, and smite those who wish harm upon us and the good people of Typical RPG-name Valley", it's more like "Holy crap - that was an orc, and so close to town. I'm done with this shit. You're on your own, bud."
And I liked it.