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• His helm? You'll never even see Nollarr. My brothers will crack your skull open long before he gets here.
• Go on, call your friends. I could use a warm-up for the real fight.
• Son of Svanir
• What in Dragon's name is going on? I told you idiots to lay low until sundown.
• Wow. Nice hat. You must be Nollarr.
• Yeah, I'm Nollar—and you're dead. Jormag's tooth, what have you done to them?
• Same as what I'll do to you—beat you bloody. Ah, but with you, I'll use that fancy hat as my chamber pot.
• It's not a hat, you dolyak's arse! It's a sacred helm. A vision of Jormag led me to it. It means he has chosen me. In his name, I will break you!
• Nollarr
• Don't worry, Nollarr. I'll take good care of your hat.
• It's not a hat, you...you dolyak's arse...
• And tell your boys to behave, or they'll see me again. And I won't be so gentle next time.
• Knut Whitebear sent you, right? Huh—it's about time. The murellows have been harassing caravans for weeks, and now they've taken over my hot springs.
• Who wants to soak in a pit of murellow filth? These things are killing my business, and I'm the trading hub for this whole region!
• Okay, okay. I'm here to help, and I'm in a rush, too. Tell me where the murellows are and I'll take care of them.
• It's not that easy. We need to kill the murellow matriarch, too. Otherwise, she'll just make more.
• I got it. The murellows and their matriarch. Show me where.
• It's right this way. And watch out for the stink! It'll get you!
• Hekka Ravenswealth
• Raven's feathers! That was nastier than I expected. You were right about the smell!
• We got 'em all, though. Those creatures won't trouble you again—but I'd still wait awhile before going into the water.
• On behalf of the entire valley, thank you. Here. Whitebear said to give you a token to prove you did the job.
• Thanks, Hekka. I'm always glad to help out, but I have to go. I don't envy you the clean-up.
• Don't worry about me, Slayer. I'll be fine. Now go. You've got a tournament to win.
• Yes. The imbalance is stronger here. I can sense the horn, casting a dark shadow.
• Varg used the horn to summon ice imps. If he found a way to infuse the horn with Jormag's corruption, there's no telling what else he could unleash with it.
• Then stay close and move fast. We're not leaving without the horn.
• Varg! You cheated me out of my inheritance. I know your dice were loaded. Give me back my ancestor's horn!
• You were stupid enough to be cheated. You were stupid enough to not know how powerful this horn is. Now you'll die because you were stupid enough to fight me.
• Hand over the horn, Varg, and no one has to suffer.
• No, but if you bow down before me, girl, I'll make your sacrifice to Jormag a fast one.
• Then it's by force.
• The horn's still in one piece, but it feels strange, like a bitter wind is blowing through it all the time.
• It is Jormag's corruption, from every crevice and corner. It is no longer the horn we crafted for Romke.
• It has become a vessel of darkness, terrible and dangerous. My people know a way to destroy such distortion.
• But in our hands, we can preserve Romke's legacy. His descendant should decide whether to keep the horn, or destroy it.
• It's your choice, Slayer. You can reclaim the horn and Romke's legacy.
• Or you can maintain the balance by destroying this corrupted horn. Choose wisely, southerner.
• Balteus Bloodletter? I'm here for the Big Brawl. I've got the token I received for completing the second challenge right here.
• Congratulations, you're in. Welcome to the semifinals. It'll be all uphill from here.
• This round of the Big Brawl is all one-on-ones. There are three rounds and two rules: don't leave the ring, and don't kill anybody. Got it?
• I got it. Three rounds, three wins, three steps closer to me shutting Mikkel Toivosson up for good.
• You really don't like that guy, do you? I've had a few earsful of his obnoxious boasting, myself. Here's hoping you can shut his big mouth, provided you can get past the semifinals.
• Balteus Bloodletter
• Not bad at all. I'm impressed enough to bet a big stack of coins on you to beat Toivosson now. Don't let me down.
• Don't worry, you're going to win that bet. That guy's been giving me grief for a long time, and I'm going to give it back ten times over.
• Oh, before I forget, I got a message for you from Eir Stegalkin. She said to give it to you when—not if—you win this round.
• She wants you to meet her at her homestead before the final fight. Do you really know her? If I could book a fighter like her, I could retire early.
• I think her tournament days are over, but I'll pass that along when I see her. Thanks for the info, Balteus. See you at the final round!
• Moledavia's a tough nut to crack, Slayer. Strong walls, turrets with a clear field of fire...we can hit them with mortars, but that's only the first step.