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• Sounds like you've got a tough job ahead of you. Good luck.
• Oh, no. We tried that once. Where do you think all the pieces of Issormir would wind up? Do you want to explain to Knut Whitebear why his place got crushed under a huge hunk of exploded ice wurm?
• Could you just let it decompose?
• That's a start, but we'd still have to haul it away. Sure, the pieces would be a bit smaller, but we'd be covered in dead wurm bile. And that stuff never washes off.
• It's not usually this bad, but Knut brought in a real monster this season. Next time, I say we just flush out a rabbit and say it's some kind of death bunny. Much tidier than Issormir here.
• Ho there, stranger. We don't see many non-norn up here. What can I do for you?
• Unit—damaged. Prepare—to—receive—a—reciprocal—beating.
• Nothing right now, but thanks.
• The Great Hunt. It's a tradition of ours: find a formidable beast, send the worthiest among us to slay it, then celebrate. Now me and my crew have to figure out how to clean it all up.
• Fighting a big monster? That sounds like my kind of tradition!
• You kill for entertainment, and then celebrate? That's too cruel for me.
• And I bet nobody remembers to thank you for it, either.
• That's a tall order. Any ideas about how you're going to get rid of this thing?
• You've really got your work cut out for you. Best of luck.
• Ha! You must have some norn blood in you after all. If we ever open the Great Hunt up to outsiders, I'll make sure you get an invite.
• Any ideas about how to get rid of this carcass?
• I'll be ready. See you around.
• Life is cruel, stranger. The Great Hunt tests our cunning, strength, and instinct. Those are the things that keep us alive out here, so those are the things we celebrate.
• Any ideas about how to get rid of this thing?
• All right. I don't want to argue. Good luck with the clean-up.
• Right you are! And thank you for saying so. Our job's important, but it sure ain't glamorous. Ol' Knut Whitebear always has a kind word, but most of the hunters tend to forget we exist. Thanks again.
• So, any ideas about how to get rid of that thing?
• You deserve it. Keep up the good work!
• Nothing's come to mind yet. Got some suggestions from folks passing by, but I'm still weighing all the pros and cons. I'm going to sit here for awhile longer and give it a good think.
• Don't worry, you'll figure it out. Best of luck.
• Greetings! I'm Habel Icebreaker, the best keg brawl player in all Hoelbrak! What brings you out this way?
• I'm building my legend across all Tyria and I'm here to impress your people.
• I'm here for the landscape. So lovely, so green, so...full of dolyaks.
• Greetings to you, Habel. Thank you for the warm welcome.
• I'm taking care of business. Excuse me, I have to get back to it.
• Ha! Well, I look forward to hearing songs of your legends! Watch yourself out there!
• I always do. Good-bye.
• Dolyaks? Never thought of it that way, but you're right! There are a lot of dolyaks around here! You're pretty observant, stranger!
• That I am. Good-bye.
• You're very welcome. Care for a flagon? Ha! As if you could outdrink Habel Icebreaker, finest keg brawl player in all of Hoelbrak! Tell you what: you come back soon and we'll talk some more.
• I'll do that. Good-bye.
• %str1%! How goes the legend-building? Not slowing down, are you? Ha!
• Never! I could kill a hundred ice wurms before breakfast!
• Legends take time, Habel. I've got many great deeds ahead of me.
• Never! And rest easy: I'll be back soon with tales of adventure to amaze you.
• Believe me, I've been busy. How about you?
• I'll slow down when I'm dead, but just a little. See you around, Habel.
• That's the spirit! I hope you survive to come back and share tales of your exploits over a beer. If you're lucky, I'll tell you what it's like to be the greatest keg brawl player in Hoelbrak!
• Sounds good, Habel. See you then.
• That means many great tales for me! And keep the skaalds in the loop too, or they'll make up songs about you that would flatter a diseased dredge.
• Wouldn't want that. Thanks for the tip, Habel.
• It's a deal, %str1%. You bring the tale and ale, I'll bring the ears.
• Count on it.
• I'm up to my story-loving ears in visitors. Charr caravans to Hoelbrak, mighty warriors on the move—what a place for epic stories over a frosty flagon!
• Sure is, my friend. Good hunting.