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- More enemies inbound! Rally to the tribune!
- Let's listen at the door and see what we can find out.
- Looks like I got one!
- Ugh...let's not do THAT again.
- Get closer. We have to stay with them!
- We're almost there. Keep an eye out for more guards.
- Stand clear, scrapper. We've got a crew working this area, and it's unsafe. Come back later.
- Now we just have to find Torga...and hope she's still alive.
- Stay low...I don't want to fight the entire Flame Legion before we reach the centurion.
- I'm right behind you. Show me what you can do.
- Burn me—I realize where they're going. Maybe that's why so many workers have been disappearing lately.
- Damn—I was right about the workers. Flame Legion's been killing them off and subbing in shills. Clever bastards.
- Hostile contact!
- Get that password back to Torga. I'll clean up here and catch up with you. Go!
- Hold on, we're getting too close. Back off a bit.
- Enemy on me!
- The Flame Legion must have gotten wise—my stealth magic isn't working. We'll have to do this the hard way.
- Good! I was just starting to get warmed up anyway!
- Interesting. They're sticking close to the bar. I thought they'd go farther afield.
- Got it! Now I can open the door to the hideout.
- Those punks have the info we need. Let's take out the guards.
- Time to get to work. Here, this might help.
- Hey, over here. I'm glad you made it—my feet hurt and I'm tired of shooing people away.
- Hold up and wait for the briefing. You don't want to wander around this place blindly.
- The Flame Legion centurion is close. Let's drop him before anyone notices us.
- Keep quiet. This is no time to talk.
- Stand back. I know how to use this thing, but I'm not entirely sure what'll happen when I do.
- That door is in our way. Break it down!
- Burn me, it's the Flame Legion!
- Rote Grindstone
- Heads up! Here I come, and I'm bringing company!
- I'll keep an eye out for Cimmara. Let me know if you hear anything.
- I'm so glad to be here. Ballistically, this will be a day to remember.
- Quick, get that ghost torch back to Goreblade before it fades away!
- Okay, I admit it: the turrets are good, too. You've got a tough choice to make.
- Heh. This is going to sting. A LOT.
- Don't mind me, youngster. Any parts you find are yours.
- Hey, over here! Give me a hand!
- That's right, run! Run, or I'll blast another round into your sorry hides!
- If you and I had a week to work on that cannon, think how much damage it could do!
- Small-bore turrets? That's fine...as long as there's a lot of them.
- Not a chance, soft claws!
- Cover me! I've got something special for these punks!
- Almost there! Just a little more time!
- It's your call, boss, but I say nothing beats a good ol' cannon!
- Don't rush me, youngster. It'll be ready when it's ready!
- I just hope the ordnance is still intact.
- As long as I can see 'em coming, you can put me anywhere.
- Welcome to my playground, cubs. Mind the rusty shrapnel.
- Well, I didn't hear anything, but I sure felt it. And so did the ghosts.