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- Agreed. See you, buddy.
- Effective operation. Yahuk seems...useful.
- Thanks, buddy.
- 'kay.
- A mystery for the ages. So, what do you think of Yahuk?
- You worry too much—but I'm glad you're on my side.
- If you have fake plants, do you have to pretend to water them?
- You'll like him better once you see him in combat.
- Well, I don't like magic much—it's so invisible—but he seems okay. Maybe he'll know what to do with the plants.
- Just lucky, I guess. So, what do you think of Yahuk?
- You got the looks, but I got the keep-your-mouth-shut instincts. I'd say Torga picked the right spy.
- I hear you took out a bunch of Flame Legion guys. How'd you get to go and I didn't? I'm the one with the killer looks and combat skills.
- We can't have two Mavericks. Wouldn't be fair to the enemy. Thanks, buddy.
- He's not as smart or pretty as me. Of course, I've set that bar pretty high. But he loves kicking Flame Legion tail, so we have that in common. So...yeah, he'll do.
- Torga said it was a solo mission. And I wasn't entirely alone; I met Yahuk.
- It was over so fast. They caught us flat-footed, and that doesn't happen very often.
- Flame Legion? Alone? Are you out of your furry mind? You should've taken me with you.
- I hoped you'd feel that way. Thanks!
- Sure. The more firepower, the better. And in between battles, maybe we can exchange tricks of the trade.
- I am back. And I brought a souvenir. What do you think of Yahuk?
- I appreciate the concern, if not the lack of confidence. Good-bye.
- Are you really okay? I worried there was no way you'd make it back alive. So many Flame Legion soldiers and so few you.
- I guess that makes it unanimous. Thanks.
- For the warband? He can murder Flame Legion with the best of 'em, he laughs at my jokes, and he's easy on the eyes. When can he start?
- That's it! I'm not putting up with this anymore!
- That's the attitude! You and me, buddy. We'll settle this.
- Localization
- Leave.
- Giant Devourer
- Defeat the beast.
- Stand back or die! The shaman must finish his ritual.
- A formal challenge, Steelbane. This soldier's willing to fight to the death. How about you?
- Prepare to be impressed, Tribune. I am going to make an example out of this whimpering cub.
- This area is under construction. Check in later.
- Damn you. You and your whole spit-tooth warband. You'll never get anywhere with that bunch of dredge-heads.
- You got lucky out there, punk. Hurry up and report to Centurion Steelbane.
- Lucky? If I was really lucky, I wouldn't be here talking to you.
- I knew this gig was too good to be true. Still, I'd rather be a gladium than a loser. Loser.
- Transmutation Charge[s]
- Purchased via the Black Lion Trading Company. Spent in the wardrobe to change appearance.
- Blue Team
- I'm ready to choose.
- Sounds like what our warband needs. Where is he?
- What about Soure?
- Fyon's warband spent decades in Ascalon hunting ghosts, until they were caught in an ambush. Only Fyon survived. He's a hardened veteran, good with blades, more stealthy than you'd expect from Blood Legion. A little old, perhaps, but still kicking.
- So a mistrusted gladium needs a home, and my warband needs talent.
- And what about Fyon the Wraith?
- Soure's a talented necromancer. He was training for covert ops until his warband found him meeting with Flame Shamans. They accused him of treason. I suspect he was just over-eager.
- Okay. I'm ready to choose.
- Can you tell me more about Soure Doomsday?