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• They sound angry.
• They always SOUND angry. But once I toss out a handful of shiny buttons, they'll love me again. Observe.
• You need to update your files, Keppa. Skritt aren't simpleminded: they just communicate with each other much more efficiently than they can with us.
• A dozen skritt is a dozen minds focusing on the same problem. Gather twenty skritt, or a hundred, and their collective mental acuity rivals ours.
• Scholar Rinceword
• That explains a lot, actually. So all I need to do is keep their numbers below a certain threshold...
• No, you need to stop exploiting them, or it'll come back to bite you on the backside like it did today.
• Mink isn't any craftier than Keppa here. That leaves Councillor Haia...who is, in fact, sharp enough to cover her tracks.
• Zojja! Good, I was afraid you'd been killed. And if you're dead, who will witness the ascendance of Snaff's greatest apprentice?
• As you can see, there are still a few glitches in the system. These unexpected elemental portals, for example. Hmph. Too much unstable energy, I fear.
• But that's what field tests are for, right? Now that I've ironed out the kinks, my Weather-matic 5000 is ready for its debut!
• That's my invention, Kudu. Shut it down, now, and we'll let you walk out of here. Well, limp out. There's still a beating headed your way.
• Sorry, can't stay. I've got an appointment with the Arcane Council. I guarantee they'll be swept away by my demonstration.
• I just hope they're all wearing hip boots. I have the sneaking suspicion it's going to rain in Rata Sum forever!
• Fire a homing shot at your foe.
• Where did Kudu go? I was going to cram his feet down his throat and make him swallow himself.
• I like a plan with no drawbacks, but Kudu's long gone. He stole the designs for a personal teleporter ages ago.
• Whenever he's losing an argument, or a fight, or just losing face, zap! He's gone. Usually after getting in the last word.
• That was...unsettling. I can't deny the notion of ruling the world is appealing, but not if I have to out-Inquest the Inquest to achieve it.
• Just because your double went bad doesn't mean you will. You'll have me to guide you—and then I get to be Grand Vice-Admiral!
• Shut up, Shodd. Forever. The Infinity Ball is a dead end. I'm going to gut it and keep the shell as a reminder of what a genius shouldn't do.
• I'm sorry, Zojja. Those things my double said about you holding me back? Not true. The way I see it now, you provide focus for my genius, not limitations.
• That's good to hear. I'm willing to put this little imbroglio behind us, "Grand High Sovereign." But I'll be keeping a closer eye on you from now on.
• If you turn into a dimension-traveling dictator from the future, I'll have to put you down like a rabid skelk.
• Well, that settles that. The core that Haia swapped in must contain a hidden exploit to drive the golems to murder.
• So we're going up against a councillor? No mean task, but I'm ready. I don't care how high up she is, she can't do this to us.
• We have to take her down, in front of the entire council. Let me fire up Mr. Sparkles, and then I'll meet you in the council chambers.
• Haia! We know you're the one who turned the VAL-A golem into an anti-personnel device.
• We've got all the proof we need, and we're going to expose your machinations to the entire council.
• Proof? You mean those blueprints I gave you, the ones my underlings are retrieving from your lab at this very moment?
• You're not in my league, dearies. And after my modified VAL-As are finished with my fellow councillors...no one else will be, either.
• You'll get the blame, of course. Nothing personal: this is merely how top-level Council politics play out. If it helps, I'd be happy to feign remorse.
• Let's go, Savant. If the council gets wiped out by your golems, the Peacemakers will fry us on sight. We'll have to catch up with Haia later.
• Zojja? For once, I'm glad to see you. And is that the Snaff Savant? What is the meaning of this?
• Those VAL-A golems were based on my designs. Councillor Haia tampered with them and sent them to kill as much of the council as possible.
• I can vouch for this. Haia is making a power play. We don't have hard evidence, but—
• Say no more. Bold moves are Haia's style, and she never leaves evidence that can be traced back to her.
• Leave Haia to us. We'll keep an eye on her. She may well receive a lethal gift of her own someday soon. In the meantime, you have our thanks.
• I hereby convene this special session of the Arcane Council. The floor is yours, Kudu. And make it good: we're busy people.
• I guarantee you'll be impressed, councillors. My Weather-matic 5000 will change the world...starting with yours.
• Stop! Kudu is setting you up. He's going to use that machine to flood Rata Sum permanently.
• Ah, Zojja. I trust the council is familiar with Snaff's former menial? And the Snaff Ser-vant—a menial's menial!
• So, a deluge in your chambers and a bevy of hostile elementals. Is the council ready to declare Kudu a threat, or do you need more proof?
• The council is well aware of the animosity between you and Kudu. For all we know, you came to sabotage his demonstration.
• Savant, allow me to present three of Rata Sum's finest minds: Slep of the Vigil, Batanga of the Order of Whispers, and Krasso of the Durmand Priory.
• Commander! I'm surrounded!
• This doesn't feel right...something's gone wrong, I know it.
• Fall, fall! We won't stop until every last one of you is dead forever!
• Thank the Tree you came when you did. Hurry, let's find the others.
• More undead. Ready your weapons.