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• Durgar's Homestead
• Rothmarr
• Marjaret
• Ranhild
• Remember the time Erli's father sent him out to make his first kill?
• (laugh) And Erli came back with a rabbit.
• A big, scary rabbit. (laugh)
• I've had his rabbit stew. It's delicious.
• Orri
• The Sons of Svanir were once normal, like you and me.
• Their change is gradual and insidious. Most don't even realize it's happening until it's too late.
• I'm unconvinced of their innocence. There must have been evil inside them already.
• Revered Hunter
• Gather around! The people have decided!
• When two great warriors compete, the decision is not an easy one. Our new Moot Father is Mog.
• Boo! Boo!
• Kristun. Don't disrespect your elders. There's always next time.
• There's never a next time for weaklings like you, Erli Ravenfeather. Go back to your kitchen.
• Vastra won the Moot Mother competition. Erli just has to be Moot Father.
• Poor kid. He's loved her since they were knee-high to a bear. It'll kill him if she ends up with another.
• Hurry! Let's go.
• Gather around! The revelers have made their choice!
• When two great warriors compete, the decision is not an easy one. We have chosen Erli as our Moot Father.
• What? Are you all blind as well as ugly?
• I knew you could do it! Yay!
• Have you seen the kodan coming down from the north?
• I have neither seen them nor heard their condescending words. I am in no hurry to do so.
• Tell me, Brother. What is this project that is so important?
• I am documenting the effects Jormag has on norn. The Sons of Svanir have proven helpful.
• I hope you have protection. No offense, but you are a warrior of the mind, not of the arm.
• Look at Erli. What a pitiful specimen. As if a raven could compete with a wolf.
• Ravens are only good at cleaning bones.
• Take care that the spirits don't hear your disrespect.
• It is time to gather the elder's votes for the next Moot Mother.
• Wait, where's Orri? We need him to judge for the qualities of Raven.
• He's doing some research at Scholar's Cleft. Don't worry. I'll make sure he gets here.
• I can't talk to you right now. I'm in the middle of an important experiment.
• Oh...I guess the lovely young Moot Mother hopefuls can wait a bit longer.
• Raven's talons, I completely forgot about the competition. Hurry, man, let's go!
• I have arrived. Although I can't fathom why you'd need someone with Raven's sight to see the merits in these young ladies.
• Quit strutting, you old crow, and go consort with the elders.
• We've come to a concensus. Vastra, step forward.
• We recognize you as one blessed with beauty, strength, cunning, and loyalty. We drink to you, Moot Mother!
• The elders have chosen a Moot Mother! Now, as is our tradition...
• Your tradition.
• My tradition. As host of this moot, I declare that the Moot Father will be chosen by all in attendance!
• Mog! Erli! Come up and let the people get to know you.
• Erli! You put out the fire and got rid of Mog's pack.
• Well, some adventurers helped put down the boys. But the fire bit was all me. And the plan. I planned it.
• You are the smartest idiot I know. Come on, Erli. Let's get back to the moot.