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• Labofski's down and the ghosts are dispersing, just like you said. Now I owe you for the cannon and for saving Cimmara.
• I didn't want to be saved. And I don't like owing people my life. Why didn't you just fire on my position?
• Because I don't like wasting ammunition. And if we fired on every Blood soldier who charged in without thinking, there'd be none of you left.
• Watch it, maker. Blood Legion gratitude only goes so far. In fact, I'm going to settle our debt right now.
• Cimmara has no warband. If you want her, she's yours. I'll formally reassign her to your warband and we'll call it even.
• I can always use a skilled recruit, provided she can follow orders. From now on, Cimmara, you fight when I say, and only when I say. Clear?
• Oh, I can follow orders. If I have to follow yours to prove it, I will. Get ready, maker. Your Iron warband is getting some much-needed fresh Blood.
• Outstanding. And you're about to take a crash course in following orders. Fall in, soldier. We're moving out.
• Double-click to learn how to make the Extended Potion of Sons of Svanir Slaying.
• Scrap Metal
• Field Medic Leius
• Galina Edgecrusher: One way to make sure. Come on, let's cut Zhaitan's delivery boys to pieces.
• Tribune Brimstone? I thought you'd be with the Blood Legion forces.
• Galina's got the troops well in hand. I wanted to see your new Ghostbore Turrets in action.
• Look alive, you furry maggots! The maker's here, so we can get started. Get ready to move out on my order!
• We've secured a forward camp, Legionnaire. Your Ghostbore Turrets are there, waiting for deployment.
• No more waiting. The more time Warmaster Labofski has, the bigger his army will be. We strike—now.
• Soon, Lebofski's army will be nothing but a ghost of its former self.
• This is your forward camp? What happened here?
• Ghosts "happened." My warband was cut down before we could fight back. I barely got out with my ears intact.
• Everything's going to be all right, kid. C'mon. Join my warband for now. I'll position you with my soldiers and the Ghostbore Turrets.
• You got it boss. I owe Labofski and his ghost mice an ocean of pain.
• You'll be an asset. Just keep your daggers in your hands and your eyes sharp. This isn't the fahrar anymore.
• I'm impressed. You've brought the charr one step closer to putting these ghosts down. For good.
• Thank you, Tribune. Hey, Zemzer? You did well out there. If you're looking for a new warband, I'd be happy to have you in mine.
• Are you kidding? You saved my life and helped me avenge my warband. I'd be honored. I just don't know if Snarl would allow it.
• He'll allow it. Torga owes me for some information I gave her on the Flame Legion. After the Ash tribune says yes, Snarl won't argue.
• Goreblade will be proud, Legionnaire. You're sure you don't want to upgrade my cannons, too?
• Ha! If I had the time, sir, I would, but right now I've got to concentrate on my warband. We've still got a long way to go.
• A pity, but that's the right answer. I'll be keeping an eye on your progress, so don't let me down. Dismissed!
• More problems, soldier. Your father, Vallus Smokemane, has gone AWOL. He disobeyed direct orders, stole from the High Legions, and abandoned his warband.
• My father was a loose cannon sometimes, but...betraying the legions? That doesn't sound like him.
• That may be, but he ran off with a powerful idol his warband was guarding. It has magic linked to the human god Balthazar. If it falls into the wrong hands, it'll complicate our peace talks with the humans.
• Emer Whipmane, your father's legionnaire, has always clashed with him. I can't trust her report, but with you in the field, I can get a more informed opinion. He is your father, after all.
• To be clear, I don't know my father very well, but I'll do what I can, sir.
• Good. Start with the Mane warband in Human's Lament. Pick up Vallus' trail, track him down, and bring him in—alive. Dismissed!
• Legionnaire Whipmane. Tribune Brimstone dispatched me to assist with your AWOL soldier.
• What, Brimstone thinks we can't handle one lousy traitor by ourselves?
• You've got it wrong. I'm here because Vallus is my father. The tribune believes that makes me likely to have some insight into the situation.
• If that's what the tribune wants. But we need to hurry. My warband's pinned down and the ghosts are massing for an attack.
• Emer Whipmane
• This here is Vallus's cub. Seems Tribune Brimstone thinks he needs to keep an eye on us. Better muzzle yourselves unless you want to end up in a report.
• I don't care. I've been in plenty of reports, and you saved our tails with those ghosts, Legionnaire. If I can help, just ask. Name's Hasta Sharpmane.
• Sure. First I need clarification. Any idea why my father took that idol?
• Separatists jumped us. They took Sesric hostage and promised they'd spare his life if we gave them the idol.
• And I said no deal! Separatists wouldn't keep him alive for anything, much less a civilized exchange. But Vallus refused to accept that.
• If Vallus believed them and plans to make the deal, where would he do it?
• Ask around at Ashford Forum. Vallus liked to go drinking there with his norn buddy Fibharr.
• Ah, thanks Hasta. I forgot about that lowlife! If he knows anything, I'll make sure he talks. See you there, Legionnaire.
• Hasta Sharpmane