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• Hey, they started it. I was just defending my friend.
• Commander Serentine. What's the meaning of this? What are you doing here?
• Nice of you to show up, Captain. I'm here keeping the peace, something you and your Seraph can't seem to do.
• Thanks to your interference. There's no way I'm letting you take the hero who fought beside me at Shaemoor Garrison. I'll vouch for this one.
• Now who's interfering? And on behalf of a mere commoner—what foolishness. Guards! Take the rest of these maggots to the prison. We're done here.
• Captain? Please, that ugly goon hurt my father. Can you help us?
• Hmm. That looks nasty. It could take weeks to heal without the right medicine, and that medicine is expensive.
• I hate to call in a marker, Captain, but I did help you when you needed it. Mind if I ask you to return the favor?
• For the hero of Shaemoor? Done. Talk to Lieutenant Francis at the Ninth Company's base camp. Tell him I sent you, and he'll give you all the supplies you need.
• Commander Serentine
• Ah, the hero of Shaemoor returns! Come and see how friends and neighbors alike have turned out to welcome you home!
• A party, Faren? For me? Or is this just an excuse to get your friends together and see what's in my wine cupboard?
• Nonsense! Heroes are always popular. These nice people simply insisted on congratulating you and celebrating your brave victory.
• And you insisted on breaking out my finest food and drink for the occasion.
• You deserve no less. Still, I can't take all the credit. Your household staff was most helpful, even eager, to facilitate the process.
• I wish my servants loved me half as much. But then, I am lovable in other ways. Ha ha.
• And the less said about that, the better. Now, wipe off that smirk. Let's go enjoy my best roast duck and brandy.
• Lord Faren
• Recipe[s]: Extended Potion of Sons of Svanir Slaying
• I heard Faren shouting. Where is he?
• I saw those ruffians dragging him down the street. They're going to kill him!
• Calm down. See to the other guests and make sure no one else has been harmed. I'll go after Lord Faren.
• Servant
• Am I pleased to see you! Though if you wanted me to leave the party, a simple "Begone, freeloader!" would have sufficed.
• I'll make a note of that. Any idea who these hooligans were or what they wanted?
• Not really. I did hear them discussing a farmhouse in Shaemoor. They were going to lock me up there with the rest of their hostages.
• Then I have more work to do. I can't save you and leave the others to rot. Bad form, you know.
• Count me in. I may not be a centaur-killing berserker like you, but I can take care of myself. I'll meet you there.
• Hey, there you are. It's great to see you back on your feet. C'mon. Let's go for a drink. I'm buyin'.
• You're buying? This must be a special occasion. Oh, and thanks for coming to see me when I was injured.
• Hey, that's what friends are for. Besides, did you see the Priestess of Dwayna? Cute!
• Quinn? There you are. I'm gonna gut you right here and now.
• Wait, wait, wait! Why're you so mad? I didn't do anything.
• That's the point. You were supposed to back up Riot Alice. But you didn't DO anything, and the Widowmakers took her.
• Hello, Pete. It's been a while. What's the problem here?
• So, you're back. Just in time to protect your idiot friend again. Problem is: Quinn got one of ours caught by a rival gang. I want Alice back, or I want Quinn's heart on a stick.
• We'll get Alice back. You said the Widowmakers have her, right? We'll take care of them. And after that, Quinn's account is settled. He owes you nothing.
• Fine. You bring Alice to me, and we're square. If you don't, you both bleed to death in the gutter. You know where to find me.
• Quinn
• Two-Blade Pete
• Thanks for the rescue. I was really starting to hate these guys.
• As for you, Quinn. This almost makes up for you getting me caught in the first place. Almost.
• Hey, I always clean up my own messes. You were never in any danger.
• Right, Quinn. Whatever you say. Come on, we need to get Alice back to Two-Blade Pete.
• I'm right behind you. Anywhere's better than here.
• All right. We want the password to your hideout, and we want it now.
• If I tell you, you'll let me go?
• Yeah, we'll let you go, as long as you don't warn them.
• I won't. They didn't protect me. I don't owe them anything. The password is "Salma's bloomers."
• Lucky for you, Quinn, you made it. Good thing Alice isn't hurt.