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- Frankly, I'm surprised the Vigil was willing to hand over their amulet. They're not usually so cooperative.
- Our best people are working on the amulet. With your help, we'll get results even sooner.
- I'll follow your lead. I hope these shields work.
- I'm sorry about your comrade. You did the right thing, though. At least now he's at peace.
- There's the amulet.
- Rescued Villager
- I'd pray if I thought the gods would listen.
- Servant
- Would you care for an appetizer?
- It's my honor to serve you, as my parents and theirs before them have served your family.
- Gods, help us!
- May I offer you a drink?
- Just like old times, eh? You set 'em up, you knock 'em down, and I finish 'em off!
- That'll teach you to kidnap your betters!
- Here's one for your auntie!
- Watch that norn! I saw him last Wintersday, biting the heads off baby skales for fun!
- If you scoundrels bleed on my fine apparel, I'm sending you the cleaning bill.
- Come on, my friend! I can't brag about your victory if you don't win!
- You came back to check on me! I'm fine, I assure you.
- Sorry, Zamon old man, but the nobility will be a lot more noble without you.
- Greetings, old friend! As soon as you manage to drag your heroic behind out of that sickbed, your presence is requested, nay, DEMANDED back at your home in Divinity's Reach! And if you come home WITHOUT telling that dazzling Priestess of Dwayna what a fine fellow I am, I will take it as a personal affront. Until we meet again, I remain your handsomest, most charming, and most humble companion. —Lord Faren
- Sorry, sirs and madams, but this is a semi-formal affair and your attire lacks the requisite grandeur.
- Ho-ho! Didn't expect that, did you? I call that move "Faren's Finest."
- Over here!
- I'm done for now. Time to find an as-yet unwooed maiden. Give my best to Captain Thackeray.
- You're crazy. I'm staying here.
- I'm quite comfortable here, actually.
- Ha! Like fine charr whiskey, I just get better with age.
- Take your hands off me, you scum! Help! Murder! Mayhem!
- Servant
- Citizen
- Get away from my dad, skritt-kissers!
- Look, moas! They're big, but skittish. It would be real easy to spook them.
- And this is for messing up our tavern!
- Settle down or I'll grab you by the feet and mop out the men's room with your face!
- We need those supplies. It's not just the wound. My dad will shrivel up and die if he can't work.
- Hang on, Dad. We'll be back for you soon, I promise.
- This is terrible, but it could have been much worse. Thank the gods you were here.
- Ha! Now I'm in your place, roughing you up. Deal with it!
- There they go! Look at those feathers fly!
- Wow. Whoever built this rickety thing must have been drunk and short on nails.
- Target practice? For these goons? What a waste of good bullets.
- We need a distraction. Ever seen a moa stampede? Watch this!
- Not that way. The stuff we want will be deep inside, and guarded.
- Let's go. The Seraph and my dad are both waiting on these supplies.
- As soon as you're up and around again, come visit me and my father at the inn. We've been very worried about you. Also, Dad is giving anyone who toasts to your speedy recovery a free drink, so we're going broke! Anyway, come see us soon and let us know that you're all right. —Petra
- Careful. Don't let them see us until Ms. Timber here is ready to introduce herself.
- Thank the gods you were here.
- There are people still trapped inside! Help them!
- Enough! Get out or me and Ms. Timber will knock you out.