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• We don't have time for games. Just tell me the plan.
• Forget it. I'm not proving anything to you.
• Did you do your homework, rookie? Ready to answer my simple question?
• Rytlock Brimstone?
• Never mind. I'll be back, though.
• The plan falls apart if you can't pass for Iron. Prove to me you're not hopeless—name one of the two Iron Legion tribunes.
• All right. Let me clear my head and I'll try again.
• Not even close. He's Blood Legion. Even my dolyak knows that.
• All right. I will.
• You give that answer to an Iron soldier and the next sound you'd hear would be the smelter door slamming shut behind you. Think it over and try again.
• Hurry. We've already wasted too much time.
• Finally. Was that so hard? Now I can tell you the plan.
• Don't worry. I'll be back with her in no time. And then I'll deal with you.
• I understand, and I don't blame you. But it's not too late. Come with us.
• No. I've made my choice. And I choose Two-Blade. I won't stop you, but I'm not coming with you.
• That's too bad. If you ever change your mind, come find me.
• No, I'm still working on it. Fighting these Widowmakers reminds of me why I wanted out so much. What's their problem?
• They're our rivals. Two-Blade's been busy making enemies since you took off. It was just a few bad deals, but those Widowmakers took it personally.
• I've been briefed on the operation, sir. Looking forward to it. Can you tell me more?
• Nothing, sir. I meant no disrespect.
• Eyeballing me is a dangerous habit, soldier. What do you want?
• Immobilizes • Knocks Down • Buffs Allies
• What are their skills?
• Thanks to Trybulus Griefblade's hard work and cunning—Iron fights Blood, Blood fights Iron, and the winner is...Flame. Get ready to move out.
• Nothing right now, sir. I'll just be on my way.
• That prisoner in the cage looks familiar. Who is he?
• I've got new orders from the centurion regarding this prisoner.
• Nothing right now. Carry on.
• Watch it. You're in my territory now. What do you want?
• I have new orders from the centurion regarding this prisoner.
• Either way, we win.
• Some Blood Legion cub we caught trying to sneak in. He put up a good fight—he's a decent elementalist—but we got him. Now, either he joins us or he dies slow.
• I'm taking over here. Give me your keys. Now.
• The centurion appreciates all your hard work. He sent me to relieve you.
• Routine security check. Standard rotation. I'll cover your station.
• More new orders? This is crazy. The right paw doesn't know what the left paw is doing. What is it this time?
• The brass is just being cautious. Dismissed, soldier.
• Figures. I give this job my all, and they give this job to someone else. Tell the centurion I said...forget it. Here's my keys. I'm gone.
• Aetherblade Thug
• Just give me your keys and I'll take it from here.
• He actually noticed me? That's a first. But I really could use a break. Very first thing, I'm hittin' the head.
• Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.
• At least that makes sense. Watch the prisoner—he's a tricky one, just like all elementalists. I'll be back soon.
• What's the story on that mange-magnet in the cage?
• Nothing at the moment. Good-bye.
• You're the new guy, right? The one I saw making nice with the centurion. What do you need?
• Let me know if you're taking suggestions. Good-bye.
• Just some Blood Legion chucklehead we caught trying to sneak in. Put up a decent fight...for an elementalist. We'll figure out something to do to...I mean, with him.
• Retreat mode engaged.
• Using extreme force.