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• I agree. We'll give her a place where she can shine.
• Oh, well done. I like Wroda. She'll keep me company. It'll be fun. I can tell.
• Why the show of force, Blood Legion? Is this a declaration of war?
• Yeah—war against the Flame Legion, you cowardly, lying scum. Prepare to die!
• Burn me—they're ready for us! Lose the disguise! Just attack!
• Defeat Warmaster Kaylar.
• Die, beast!
• This is for my warband!
• Get it together, old man. We need you.
• You'll get what you need after I do. And I need to make Kaylar pay.
• My warband died, too. I'm sad, but the boss is making it better.
• A good leader makes all the difference.
• Yeah. It's a lot easier to be alone if you're with somebody.
• I know how you feel. When my warband died, I wanted to kill...everything.
• Let's get Kaylar and clean out this crypt. Maybe then my warband can rest.
• I've heard of you. You're a soldier's soldier, just like me! Only I'm much handsomer.
• Sorry...Maverick, was it? Don't recall ever hearing the name before. But I've been busy.
• That's all right. When I'm your age, I'll forget important things, too.
• You lost your warband? Me too. I miss 'em, but hey, on to the next battle, right?
• There's only one battle left for me. After that, we'll have to wait and see.
• We've never used code before. I don't think the average undead can even read.
• Travel to Quinn's hideout in Claypool.
• Defeat Crusher Dan.
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• We need to head out. Let's go.
• Maybe I have some fight left in me, after all. I thought this would be an old cur's last hurrah. You proved me wrong.
• My thoughts exactly. Let's go.
• What a pit. Let's recruit Fyon, kill as many ghosts as we can, and call it a day.
• We should get back to the Black Citadel.
• Fyon's warband should be happy. That's a whole lot of revenge.
• If half of what Rytlock said about Fyon is true, he will be. Let's move out.
• All this effort for one old ghost-hunter? Fyon better worth the trip to this miserable cesspool.
• And we could use an old haunch-kicker. Let's get back to the citadel.
• Now that I've seen him in action, I think Fyon will work out just fine. Guess even gray-manes can kick haunch.
• Hopefully, he'll figure that out and join our warband.
• Old isn't dead. Old isn't dead! There's a difference! Why doesn't Fyon get that?
• No, he's just focused. He's like Euryale used to be. Not much of a smiler.
• Fyon doesn't smile much, does he? Even when he's winning. You think maybe that's because he's old and has false teeth?
• Whiskey also mellows with age. I hope Fyon still has some bite left in him.
• Old age should be like fine whiskey—you just get stronger and better with each year. Instead, it's like stale beer. You end up kind of stale and nobody wants you.
• Then we all agree. Let's head back to the citadel and get Fyon settled in.
• Well, I'm convinced. The old guy swings a blade better than most oldsters swing a walking cane.
• I hope he can provide more than just bedtime stories. Move out.
• Some of these old soldiers have seen a lot. I hope this Fyon character knows how to tell a good war tale.
• You can ask him back at the citadel, but he doesn't seem the sing-along type.
• This Fyon's okay. I wonder if he knows any really old soldier songs. You know, the extra-dirty ones that get you reprimanded by brass for singing them on duty.
• Scorch me, they're already here!
• I'm going to switch on those turrets. Watch my back!
• I don't like this. Something's not right. It's too quiet.
• Just let me get this door open and we'll see what's what.