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• Excuse the interruption, Tribune! We have hostiles incoming. Ready for battle! Guard Tribune Desertgrave!
• Tribune Torga Desertgrave
• Fengar Cruelmane
• Well done, Legionnaire, you're already proving your worth. As for you, Fengar—do you need to go back to the fahrar and relearn basic perimeter security?
• The sentries won't mess up again now that they're dead and...uh...I'll get new ones.
• You're lucky I was here, Fengar. The real question is: was this an attack of opportunity, or is the Flame Legion planning something?
• They know we're onto them. Those miserable Flame rats; all they did was verify our intel. Their blunder's our chance.
• Here's your mission, Legionnaire. Go to the Serrated Blade tavern and ask about Black Citadel brandy. Your contact will say, "The barkeep waters it down."
• I'm told some Flame sympathizers spend their time there. Discover who they are, and find something I can use to derail their plans. Questions?
• None. I'll be quick and quiet, Tribune.
• Here's where we split. Report back to camp, rookie.
• Hang on. They changed the password again. I forgot it already.
• I can't keep covering for you.
• They change it at random, sometimes twice a day! Who can keep track of that?
• Everybody but you! Fine, but this is the last time. It's "Burntsoul" now.
• There's the info we need. What do you say: leave now, or take them out?
• I say we take them, Legionnaire. Quick and quiet.
• I like the way you think.
• Suspicious Charr
• Shady Charr
• Sicaea the Shrouded
• You there, scrapper. This place have Black Citadel brandy?
• Sure. But between you and me...the bartender waters it down.
• Around here? I'm surprised he's still alive to do business. Speaking of business...Desertgrave sent me.
• I've identified two Flame Legion spies inside the tavern. They have the password we need, but we can't attack them inside without starting a free-for-all.
• Hm. I could encourage them to leave now, and without causing a scene.
• Really? Well, lead on. I want to see this.
• Nicely done! I thought we'd have to set the place on fire to get them outside.
• Getting them to move was simple. Getting the information, on the other hand...
• Let's tail them. It's best if we get what we need without directly engaging. That way, they can't go warn anyone.
• And if they catch us following them?
• Then we see if you fight as well as you spy.
• Torga! Blood Legion soldiers are missing, and you owe me. I told you about the sympathizers at the bar, now you tell me what you found there.
• Is this a bad time, Tribune? Sicaea and the new legionnaire are back from the Serrated Blade.
• Hey, hold on. I know this soldier. Fought Barradin with me. Made legionnaire already? Excellent, excellent.
• Yes, sir. Tribune Desertgrave promoted me.
• Smart move...and so was deploying you to spy on the Flame Legion. The Serrated Blade is the bar I was talking about. What did you find there?
• Back off, Brimstone. My operation, my intel. So unless you want to fight over it, I've got agents to debrief. Fengar can show you the way out.
• Fine. I'm putting a lot of trust in Ash here, Torga, but you've got a legionnaire I respect on the job. Because of that, I'll hold off. For now.
• Well, look who finally came back. When Steelbane gets done with you, you'll wish you died with the rest of your warband.
• As if I cared what you think. Who are you, and why are you breathing at me?
• Cerosi Breaksteel. Steelbane recruited me along with the others to rebuild the warband.
• Wait, what? He's recruiting without asking us?
• Yeah, because you're dead, remember? And probably better off that way. Report to Steelbane in the barracks, quick, or you'll be in for a beating.
• Legionnaire! Looks like some sewage just floated in from the battlefield.
• You? You get my best soldiers killed, and then have the nerve to stand there, stinking up our barracks with your cowardly musk?
• I got them killed? Tell me something, boss. Who's in charge of this outfit? Who was giving the orders? You.
• Watch your tongue, soldier, or I'll have it removed for insubordination. Rage, teach this piece of waste how to address a legionnaire.
• With pleasure.
• Legionnaire Urvan Steelbane