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- Breakfast is confusing. I mean, what do you call it when you have it at night? Start-fast?
- Here, ghostie-ghostie-ghostie! Dinky's got a little surprise for you!
- I love watching you place turrets. It's like solving a big murder puzzle!
- If there's only two of us, are we a warband or a war duo?
- Wait..."scrappers?" Maverick always told me it was pronounced "scrapers!"
- This is stupid. Supplies go in the supply depot. Why can't we just leave them there?
- Still wish we could pick both. How about a Blood cannon that shoots Ash turrets?
- Bye-bye, Steelbane. Hey, let's pick a new name for our warband so we remember to forget him.
- I smell Flame Legion! Kill 'em all before they burn our barracks down!
- Look at all the stuff and people! I should spend more time in the city.
- I count my kills, but I always lose track after three.
- Don't be afraid! Ghosts are scared of me!
- Wish I could go. Kill those ghosts dead...er. Deader!
- Wait...the Wraith is a ghost-killer? Isn't that like cannibalism?
- The best part of marching is the middle. You know, when you just stand still.
- Killing's like weapons practice. But with a surprise inside!
- Can't fool me twice. This time, I'm ready for Steelbane's bad attitude.
- Hey! Don't make me poke you. C'mere.
- Whenever I plan, I fall asleep.
- This'll be easy, boss! You can't spell "scrappers" without "crap!"
- So that was an Ascalonian warmaster? Ha! "War hamster" is more like it!
- Aww...now I want a ghost torch, too! I'd hang it over my bunk and name it "Ol' Blue."
- Remember that ammo you asked me to get? Well, I got it!
- Remember that time when we were kits, and Howl tried to convince me to try out for cannonball-catcher?
- I heard you were back. What's going on?
- Start the music, boss! Let's see these mongrels dance!
- There's more! Shoot 'em again!
- Once, on a dare, I swallowed a thumbtack. I think it's still in there.
- Ready, steady, and... steady!
- Remember when Maverick told me the Bane was having "Dinky Days"? Good times.
- Blood and Ash should share, like we do. Smoosh 'em together and call it the Blash Legion!
- Those exploding cows made me hungry.
- Everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.
- Don't be so glum. Things are dark enough already, and you just make it worse.
- You made it. But I think we're the only two left.
- I thought the scrapyard would have more...scrappers in it.
- These Flame mutts ain't so big! Let's push 'em down and take their lunch money!
- It is with deep regret that I inform you of the catastrophic losses your warband suffered during the recent defense of Smokestead. Your performance during the engagement was exemplary, and so I am ordering you back to the Black Citadel immediately to discuss your next assignment. —Tribune Bhuer Goreblade
- Ahh, you're back. Report to me when ready!
- Hey! Get back here and let me out so I can fight, you cowards! I deserve to die in combat!
- Always a pleasure, boss. I'll lead this crew back to the Black Citadel. See you there!
- Let's scorch the fur off these jokers!
- Hey! Get back here and let me out so I can fight, you cowards! I deserve to die in combat!
- That's only the first squad. The rest won't let me go so easy!
- Stand fast. They can't keep this up forever.
- You've done well, Legionnaire. Good luck in your next mission.
- Thank you for your patience, Legionnaire. I'm ready for your report.
- On behalf of Tribune Torga Desertgrave, I regret to inform you that your warband suffered heavy casualties during the recent defense of Smokestead. Your performance during the engagement was exemplary, but with your warband's numbers depleted, you must report to Tribune Desertgrave in the Black Citadel to discuss your future in the Ash Legion. —Fengar Cruelmane
- Blades out! We're under attack!
- Greetings, Legionnaire. Tribune Desertgrave is awaiting your report.