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- A ghost torch? Nice. Goreblade will love that.
- I heard there was trouble. Standing by to back you up.
- Flame Legion in the barracks! Kill!
- You don't talk much, cub. I respect that.
- I could learn a lot from a guy named "the Wraith."
- Wonder what we'll find out there.
- Trouble everywhere. Watch your back.
- At least it's easy to tell where Rage has been.
- Nice, Soure. Maybe we do have room for another magic-user.
- It's just you and me now. Doesn't seem like enough.
- The cannon's good. A bit loud for my taste, but it's okay.
- Dying's a dirty job. I vote they do it.
- See, Fyon? You've still got something to live for: killing.
- I don't like this. The warband's scattered.
- Fear is as much a weapon as your blade.
- I'll be in the shadows.
- Supply runs. Steelbane must hate us as much as we hate him.
- It's up to you, but the Ash turrets are more my speed.
- Wow. That was fast. And kind of funny.
- A trip to the scrapyard. After this, there's nowhere to go but up.
- One less ghost officer.
- Tell me where you want me, and I'm there.
- I got the ammo you requested. We're good to go.
- Let's see what Blood's cannon can really do.
- Too many live Flame Legion here. Let's fix that.
- Now that's progress.
- Looking forward to seeing these turrets in some real action.
- Blood just doesn't do restraint, does it?
- Two of us isn't enough. Gotta have more.
- Give Steelbane the bad news. I'll watch your back.
- Scrap metal, broken tools, and Flame Legion—this place really is a junkyard.
- I'm trained to kill, not to save, but I can handle this. Lead on.
- I like working with snipers. We point; the enemy dies.
- I should have cut Rage's throat the first time I saw him.
- I don't like this. Let's find the new recruit fast.
- Near as I can tell, everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.
- I'm in position.
- I'll stay out of sight while you get the info. Good luck.
- You're good, you're lucky, or you're dead. Those are your only options.
- At least you made it. I think we're the only ones left.
- Right. Let's go make Ash and Blood jealous.
- Stop the Flame Legion, save the machine. Got it.
- Oh yeah, before I forget: here's your ammo, as requested.
- It's the Flame Legion! And they're not here for my autograph!
- These ghosts have been around for centuries. Like you, Fyon!
- So we're protecting a Blood Legion centurion? Hold on—this place is familiar.
- I wrestled a wurm once. You should have seen it!
- A ghost torch? Outstanding. I look great in blue light.
- Waa-hoo! Complete 360! Match that.
- Selling out his own city? Death's too good for that piece of trash.