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- You there, do you have a moment?
- I'll take what you have, but we're almost out of time.
- Go on, then.
- Stop them!
- Man, when they say don't feed the bears, you do not feed the bears!
- No.
- Please, I need your help!
- Maybe I should go home.
- That's enough.
- Wow, pretty!
- Go, that way!
- All right, I'll follow you.
- Oh, yeah! We did it!
- Hey, what's that?
- Thank the gods you came along!
- I can't believe it!
- Success!
- Cover me!
- By the gods! What will we do now?
- I've spotted the enemy.
- Do your worst!
- I'll take you there.
- All right, I surrender!
- It's okay. Don't worry.
- Secure the entry way.
- That did it! Stand clear for the troll stampede!
- Gladiators, to the arena!
- Fire magic on my watch? Hmph. Once we shut down Rage's little sabotage operation, I'm going to cut his heart out and feed it to him.
- Slow down there, soldier! Stick with your unit!
- More dazed soldiers staggering around in their skivvies. Either we're on the right track, or we missed the best party ever.
- This is a bad idea. These traps will tear us apart.
- Your kingdom is dead, old man. And now, so are you...again!
- I thought they'd never shut up.
- I could use a hand over here!
- You've caused us a lot of trouble, hag. Your death is long overdue.
- You lead the way, maker. Everyone else, form up on me.
- Pop them like grubs on the griddle!
- You lost this war long ago, and we'll kill you until you get the point!
- Well done! That should take care of the traps.
- Ah, Legionnaire. Glad you could make it. I've got some news I wanted to deliver to you personally.
- Adelbern is in the other direction. Head back to the Foefire's Heart.
- That mongrel toady, Steel Rageclaw, was spotted in this area. I need you to collect reports from the ranchers and see what's amiss.
- Dig in and stand fast!
- Remember Howl like the good soldier he was. We need to find the Priory team, even though I doubt they survived.
- Watch it! Undead headed this way!
- Hah! Your new orders are to drop dead and commence rotting.
- Logan! As if I would trust my back to him in such a place!
- Traps. We'd better disarm them.
- Where you headed, soldier? Is there another entrance I don't know about?
- Looks like we're the ones doing the cutting, cub! Eh, Logan?