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• Scrappers broke open a chest in Lamia Mire recently. That chest and its contents belong to me. Give me back my property, and nobody has to get hurt.
• We never saw no chest! Besides, it's just a stupid broken key. It's not like it had your name on it. That makes it fair game.
• Shut up now, Braugit. Okay, soldier: you got us. But we found that chest fair and square, and we took what was inside. That's the scrapper's way.
• If you want it, you'll have to fight for it—that's the scrapper's way, too.
• Hey, everybody! This warband says the haven belongs to them. They're going to kick us out. Come on, let's get them before they get us!
• Deborah! No! I won't let you have her!
• Isola
• Braugit
• Listen up! I've got a job to do, and it could get rough. When the fighting starts, I want my entire warband with me.
• My sire, Argus Foolkiller, fought and died serving the High Legions. As my inheritance, he wanted me to have a treasure his warband had claimed.
• Scrappers stole half of the key I need to claim my prize. I plan to get it back.
• I will give these carrion-pickers one chance to return what's mine. If they agree, we can all go our separate ways peacefully.
• If they refuse or fight, we will show them the difference between scavengers and soldiers. Ready weapons and move out!
• Ow! My head! I guess I didn't duck hard enough!
• If you still want a head to duck with next time, you'll hand over my key. Now.
• Fine! Fancy prancy citadel officer—here's your key. I hope you rot with it in the mire.
• What did you say?
• Uh...I said, I hope you got what was left by your sire.
• That's what I thought you said.
• I need scrappers for a salvage job. There's a treasure chest in Lamia Mire that I want found.
• You're wastin' your time, soldier. We got there first. We've got salvage rights.
• That chest was my sire's. Your claim won't mean much when I open your necks. Now, are you willing to deal, or do I start killing?
• Calm down, soldier. We'll give you what we found in the chest and withdraw our claim...if you help us with another job to make up for it.
• Sounds fair. You deserve something for your trouble. I'm listening. Just don't make any more trouble for me.
• We won't. Meet us in Wodron Glens, and we'll explain the job there. Too many prying eyes here at the haven.
• Ready for work, boss? Here's the plan. There are Ascalonian artifacts under that rubble. We can't get 'em 'cause we keep getting attacked.
• Attacked? By what?
• Don't laugh, okay? Okay? It's...it's cows! There, I said it! I dream about them coming for me in the night with their...their horrible death moos.
• Cows. You're afraid of...cows.
• Technically, these are GHOST cows. And don't pick on Braugit. He's got a thing about cows. And ghosts. So ghost cows are a real problem.
• Look, your job is simple. Keep the ghost cows off us, and we'll get the artifacts.
• And then you'll hand over the last part of my father's key? You're on, scrapper. Start digging, and leave the ghost heifers to me.
• Quickly, Debs! Run! Just get out of here!
• I got the loot! We're rich!
• That's great, Braugit. Thanks for your help, Legionnaire. Here's your key, just like I promised.
• Don't look so surprised. What, did you think we were going to cheat you just because we're scrappers? We're smarter than that. Well, some of us are.
• Good. We're even, and I'm leaving. Listen, if you two ever come to the Black Citadel, let me know and I'll buy you a drink. A whole meal, in fact.
• There's a ranch just outside the city. Fresh meat! What do you say, Braugit? How does a big, juicy steak and a glass of warm milk grab you?
• Aaaaah!
• Smodur's eye! What is this place?
• My old workshop. Mergath and I developed new magical attacks here. This is where he'll perform the ritual.
• Can he really kill the tribunes and imperator from here?
• Absolutely. I taught him well. He was my right hand. He'll use the prisoners as fuel for the ritual. They'll die in flames.
• Then we'd better free them right now.
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• What are you doing here? This was your plan, your ritual! You've ruined everything!
• Not everything, Mergath. You're still alive. But we can fix that.
• Forktail, I can't believe you'd betray your old warband and the entire Flame Legion for this cub.
• This cub gave me a chance, and I'm making the most of it. I'm not a slave anymore.
• How touching. But I doubt that changes the odds for you two. You never did have the stomach for murder.