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- My husband came home drunk again. Piled a stack of wolf skins on the floor and passed out.
- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- Why? I'm happy. He got drunk and I got wolf skins.
- Everything okay?
- A little low on mead, still got sewing to do.
- The work never ends.
- Truer words were never spoken.
- You seen your husband?
- He's out hunting again. And I've still got cooking to do.
- What're you cooking?
- At this point? Whatever he brings back.
- This weather is wonderful.
- Yeah, it's a good day. My husband's out hunting and I've got the place to myself.
- You're not worried?
- Of course not. He knows what he's doing. And this is the first moment's peace I've had all week.
- Did you see those sylvari pass through town?
- Yeah. So pretty.
- Which one? The boy, or the girl?
- All of them. I'm surprised they made it this far.
- Has your son been starting trouble again?
- Not really. Just the usual: picking fights with packs of grawl, rolling boulders down mountains.
- Ah! Kid's stuff. My daughter's been tracking wolves.
- Good for her. It's the right time of year for it.
- You know anyone who's trading bread?
- Have you met that old woman down the road? The one with the new kiln? She's been baking again.
- What's she need?
- She's looking for ale. She's keeping her husband drunk so she can get more baking done.
- Ha! Now there's someone who knows how to manage a household.
- You seen my husband around?
- Yeah, he's out on a challenge. Something about a mountain, or a river, or a bear cave.
- I'm sure I'll hear all about it when he gets back.
- Better catch some rabbits, just in case. He'll probably be drunk again.
- If he's drunk, I'll be happy.
- Eh. Sounds familiar. Enjoy your saga. I bet you're gonna hear an epic one.
- I hate it when he wears his helmet to bed.
- You're lucky. Half the time, mine passes out drunk on the floor.
- Storm's coming.
- Walking the wastes is going to be murder...in more ways than one.
- I'm on a hunt. And you're gonna be my prey.
- Looks like you're going home alone, tiger.
- You up for a roll in the hay?
- Go roll in the snow.
- So...what's your totem? I'm a child of Wolf. And I'm on the prowl.
- I'm a child of Bear. And I kill wolves.
- I've been waiting for a girl like you. No, really. I've been soaking here for about eight hours.
- Keep soaking.
- Hey, miss. You waiting for someone, or were you waiting for me?
- Yeah, I was waiting for an idiot. And then you showed up.
- Can I get you a drink? Or five drinks? Or a keg?
- I could drink five kegs, and I still wouldn't choose you.