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• I knew it. You're going to set him free. Let me come with you, boss. I can help.
• No. I'll risk everything else I have for Vallus, but I won't risk you.
• Ah, I gotcha. And then you'd need me to break you out.
• Sure, Maverick. That's totally the plan.
• This is one tough choice: kill your father or kill your career.
• It's my choice to make. And I say Vallus deserves a soldier's death.
• This is no fun at all. I'd hate to be Vallus right now. Locked up, waiting to be executed, and all because he tried to help out a fellow soldier.
• It's about to get less fun. I want you to return to the barracks.
• Sure. Wait, hang on. You've got that funny look on your face. The one you get right before you do something sneaky.
• The less you know, the better. I'll catch up with you soon.
• He's a traitor, right? And traitors die. That's the law. No if's, and's, or wait a minute's.
• You're right. Vallus chose this. And I choose to give him a soldier's death.
• I tell you this—I hope I never end up down here again...uh, I mean, ever.
• Someday, I'll make you tell me that story.
• The stockades are creepy. Like a wooden, standing-up graveyard.
• Nobody here is dead, Dinky. Not yet.
• Emer's tough. Maybe too tough. I'd hate to see what she'd be like as a centurion...or a tribune...or even a mother.
• Me too.
• You know, I used to think Emer was kind of cute. But the whole stomping-around thing changed my mind. I don't want a mate who needs more attention than me.
• A guy's gotta have standards, Mav.
• I've never been down here before. Everybody's so glum. Hey, is that a criminal? A real criminal?
• It is. Now stay close and keep quiet.
• Maybe some day we'll get it right.
• I'll meet you there.
• Don't wait for me—I need to secure the stockade. But then I'm going after Forktail.
• Which will it be, %str1%? The norn gladiator or the charr engineers?
• We should recruit the norn, Fibharr.
• What's our plan, General?
• We have soldiers mustering on the beach ready to take your orders. Command them and defend this point.
• Removes conditions from allies and replaces each with a boon.
• I'd like to think so, ma'am.
• Flame Legion happened. Flash. Flames. Heat. When the warden showed up, they beat him, and then busted open the cells. I hid and kept quiet, but they took the others with them.
• For one, I had no weapon. For two, I was sure they'd killed Seneca. And for three, there were more of them than of me. And I was taught one soldier's got to survive to report back.
• Not sure yet. Hold on.
• I figured you'd need me, so here I am. What's the situation?
• I'm bringing him back no matter what. I'll send word when I have him.
• Bad news, huh? Sounds like Forktail's one slippery slug.
• I'm not sure yet. Hold on.
• I got here as soon as I could, Legionnaire. What's up?
• Forktail has to go back. Stand by: I'll send word when I have him.
• Customize your nose.
• Someone said there was a hubbub here. Did I miss it? I love hubbubs. I think. What's going on?
• Not we. Me. I'll send word once I've got Forktail in custody again.
• We're chasing Flame, right? Following Forktail into their den. Aren't we?
• I came as soon as I heard. What happened?
• Either way, I'm bringing him back. I'll send word when I have him.
• You sure he didn't set you up? You can't trust anybody but the warband.
• I heard the words "trouble" and "stockade", along with your name. So, here I am. Whose tail do you want me to kick, boss?
• We're going after him, right? Nobody makes us look like the Fool warband. You think he did it on purpose?
• Get Forktail out of the Flame Legion Camp.