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• Are you back to pick on me again? Psst! Did you find the key?
• I did. Here. After the bandits leave to do their job, use it and get out of here.
• Go through the doors.
• Vendrake
• More charr? It's like a military parade around here.
• You've seen others?
• Out of the way.
• Fibharr's friend for one. I forget his name, but he was half-carrying Fibharr when they arrived a short while ago. Then the charr just turned tail and left. Fibharr's in the lodge.
• Mad King's Slippers
• More charr! I hope you're as feisty as the last one. You want to fight?
• That depends...you want to lose? Just tell me about this other charr.
• I'd love to, but you wouldn't be a challenge.
• Feisty indeed. Okay, Fibharr left with a charr and came back wounded. The charr left again, so fast his tail could barely keep up. You'll find Fibharr in the lodge.
• Spirits curse those Sons of Svanir. If not for them, Vallus would have been here to meet you.
• He and I will meet soon enough.
• Vallus spent too much time with these norn. That's why he lost his sense of miilitary discipline. Their selfish, free-thinking propaganda rubbed off on him.
• We bring Vallus in. Rytlock judges him. Come on.
• Norn can be trouble. But don't worry; I'll be ready.
• Don't start anything. We need information, not corpses.
• It's too cold. Why is everything so big—except the fireplace?
• We need a lead on Vallus, then we're out of here.
• Forget Emer. When life gives you lemons, you order more mead. The norn may not know how to grow fur, but they sure know how to ferment.
• Go ahead and drink yourself under the table. I could use a footrest.
• Why are twin-sized beds the small ones? Don't they have to be big enough for two?
• You haven't fit in a twin-sized bed since you could crawl.
• Ooh, these norn have such great clothes. And just smell that—fresh bread, grilling sausages, and...ooh, beer.
• Questions first, Reeva. Beer later.
• Heavy Trading Stompers
• "You sure earned your pay on this one."
  —Lieutenant Ryder
• In Jormag's name, I will crush you all!
• You're all dead! My pack will tear you to pieces!
• It's good to see you again. Last time, you were still crawling around the floor, chewing on my boot laces.
• I'll chew more than that if you don't show this Legionnaire proper military respect, soldier!
• I couldn't care less, Vallus. Let's get a move on.
• Yes, boss. I'm sorry, Legionnaire.
• You're a long way from home and I'm your only hope.
• I'll chew more than that if you don't show this Legionnaire proper military respect, soldier!
• Keep an eye on Vallus. He disobeyed a direct order and deserted me, our warband, and the legion. Don't trust him.
• Fibharr is powerful, skilled, and charismatic...but he's also the most egotistical snot-brain I've ever met.
• If Tribune Brimstone didn't want him alive, I'd chop Vallus' head off right now and kick it all the way back to the citadel.
• Lucky for him, the tribune wants him alive.
• What about the charr?
• Agreed.
• Idols and sacrifices. See what happens when you worship spirits? Vallus ran off again too. That's a bad habit.
• We'll break him of it, or we'll just break him.
• Hey, these norn sure are tall, aren't they? Do you think that's why they talk so funny? It's cold up here, and they got no fur.
• The Gear warband have two claims to fame: they built an impressive war-engine, and they got so drunk that they lost it.
• Flame Legion, Sons of Svanir...why do they spend so much time talking to stuff they can't see? Anyway, I'm sorry your sire ran off again. That's kind of a bad habit, huh?
• We'll break him of it, or we'll break him.
• Right. But someday soon, we'll be back to kill all these so-called gods and spirits.