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• Let's save them first. Then we'll see how thirsty they are.
• Mine too.
• The direct approach—how refreshing.
• Can't argue with effectiveness.
• Tough position, eh, boss?
• Yeah. What do you think I should do, Clawspur?
• That's an understatement.
• Trust your instincts. I do. Either we burn time to go back and warn them, or we take matters into our own hands. Either way, I got your back.
• I'm awake. Don't worry. I got your back, Legionnaire.
• Good to know, Dinky.
• What are we gonna do? We could go back to warn the tribunes. But what if the Flame Legion is already there? What if we aren't strong enough to fight the Flame alone? What if...oh, flaming tailburrs.
• What do you think?
• I have to make a decision.
• You're the legionnaire. I'm just me. What would a legionnaire do? Whatever a legionnaire would do, he'd better do it soon. Those Flame types already have a head start on him.
• You're right. I'm a legionnaire. I decide.
• Hmph. Kidnappers and thieves. Dirty rotten Flame Legion...
• I hear you.
• Just make a decision, will you? We're running out of time. It's simple. Either we go warn the citadel or we go after the Flame shaman. I'm with you, whatever you decide.
• What would you do, Euryale?
• I'd kick my legionnaire's tail into gear and remind him that the Flame Legion is already a step ahead of us. And, of course, I'd back him up, no matter what he decided. Hypothetically, of course.
• I'm glad you're on my side.
• Let me at 'em! I wanna give 'em some of the special Maverick love. Tough love. "Stab stab, you're dead" love.
• You're a lover and a fighter. Smash 'em.
• Woo, you're in a squeeze, aren't you? So, what's it gonna be, Legionnaire %str1%? Your decision is my command.
• What would you do, if you were me?
• I'm thinking.
• Me? I'd haul tail back to the citadel to warn them. Or I'd go after the Flame Legion myself. One of those. But either way, I'd sure want Maverick by my side. What would you do?
• Hm. You're no help.
• Okay, Legionnaire %str1%, good friend, warband cohort, pal. What's next on the agenda?
• This is right up your alley, Reeva. C'mon.
• Just remember. Once this is all over, you're buying.
• What would you do in my place, Reeva?
• Not if I can help it.
• Kill them all! Mwahaha! Seriously, though, there's a reason I'm not in your place. You're the legionnaire. I'm just here for the steak and ale. Warn the citadel or attack the Flame. Your call.
• You're no help.
• Scrappers defeated
• Defeat the scrappers in Charrgate Haven.
• All right, all right! You beat us, okay? Just our luck. We find a treasure, but it's worthless...and there's some legionnaire ready to kill for it. Sometimes I hate this job.
• Don't steal from real soldiers and you won't have this problem.
• Wow, you're good. I'm sorry we took your key. But now that you've got it back, you'll stop hitting me, right? 'Cause that's what I want most.
• Calm down, Braugit. You fought well for a scrapper. You should be proud.
• You don't have to be afraid. All I wanted was the key.
• Take my advice—never steal from a fellow soldier. Especially not a legionnaire.
• The key's all I wanted. I'll be on my way.
• Hey, thanks. I fought on the front lines for a while, but then I caught some shrapnel in the head and they pulled me off. Nowadays, I just sort of stick close to Isola.
• Keep up the good work, Braugit.
• Am I glad to hear that. Listen, sorry we stole your secret key-thingy from that chest. No hard feelings, right?
• None. Keep up the good work, Braugit.
• Right. Got it. Advice taken. I'll never mess with another soldier's stuff ever again. Did I say sorry yet? Because I am.
• As long as you've learned your lesson. Now get lost.