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• Everybody clear? Good. Gear up and move out! Down with the Black Citadel!
• Okay, maggots, enough jawboning! We've got a job ahead.
• Just a nudge to start Iron and Blood fighting, then we step in and pick the bones clean.
• The plan's simple. We pose as Blood Legion and break Iron's precious new siege engine.
• We frame Blood, watch Iron attack them, and the whole citadel will be claw to throat. Then, we strike!
• Blood's new centurion is Volante Tornpaw. She's young—and female—but don't underestimate Blood Legion.
• Her assassination will stir up her legion like a firebrand in a devourer nest.
• So we dress as Iron Legion, kill Volante, and Iron takes the blame. It's genius.
• With pleasure.
• Listen fuzzbucket; I don't know who you are, but you and your oddball buddy there better just steer clear of me.
• I like it. Thanks for the information...and the workout.
• Here's the plan: we disguise ourselves as Blood Legion and destroy Iron's new siege engine. Iron retaliates against Blood. Blood and Iron wear each other down, then we show up to finish them off.
• That's why I'm here. We'll see who's the real crycubby.
• Just wanted to give you another chance to back down. Sit tight.
• So, you feel better after a good cry? Ready now to prove you can fight hard enough to pass for a Blood Legion soldier?
• Microstatic Hologram
• That idiot sentry held me up. Quit being a jerk and tell me what I missed.
• This mission is too important to waste time. Please, what did I miss?
• It's that sentry's fault I'm late. You look smart...tell me what I missed.
• Who are you? Some scrapper out to join the winning legion before it's too late?
• Anything to shut you up. But I warn you...this may sting a little.
• I don't have time for this.
• I don't take orders from you. In fact, I don't think you're fit for this job. Let's see if you fight hard enough to pass for Blood Legion.
• Laser Attack
• Microprime Hologram
• If that's the only way. Just bleed when you've had enough.
• I'll come back when you're in a better mood.
• Did you say "please"? Ha! You'll never pass as Blood with coward's talk like that. Prove you can beat me in a fight, and maybe I'll tell you what you want.
• Okay, you won't tell me? Then I'll just beat it out of you.
• What's the point? I'll come back when you're more cooperative.
• It's not that easy, soldier. You have to work for the answers. Let's see if you've got what it takes to pass for a Bloodie. Come on—fight me!
• Suits me.
• Who in the Mists...? Never mind. You must be part of Trybulus's plan. Good to have you on board. Now get out of my face.
• I'm infiltrating the Iron Legion. I need to be briefed.
• Never mind. I wanted a briefing, not an interrogation.
• Throws Grenades
• Bhuer Goreblade?
• How should I know that? Fine, I'll guess. Rytlock Brimstone?
• Torga Desertgrave?
• Um...let me go down a flagon first. To clear my head. Good-bye.
• You want a detailed briefing? Prove you know your basics. Name one of Iron Legion's tribunes.
• Aetherblade Swashbuckler
• Okay, okay. Take it easy. I'll be back.
• Come on. Everybody knows he's Blood. What kind of third rate fahrar did you graduate from?.
• I wasn't ready. Give me a minute to think it over.
• Wrong. She's Ash Legion, skrittwit. Maybe I should introduce you. She'd cut your throat before you ever saw the blade. Maybe that'd help you remember.
• That's why I need your help. Tell me the plan and I'll fool Bhuer himself.
• That's right. So you passed the first test. You're still a long way from passing for Iron.
• Smart. Although I prefer "kill kill kill" to "mop mop mop."
• Here's the plan: we hit Blood disguised as Iron and assassinate their shiny new centurion. Blood goes nuts and attacks Iron. Iron retaliates. Kill kill kill. Then we move in to mop up.