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• Hey! Don't just stand there, lend me a hand. I can't find my fuses! I've got powder, but I can't blow stuff up without fuses. Start at the back of the cave, and make it quick!
• Heh! What's on the menu?
• Yeah. Just what I was looking for. Now I can really start cookin'.
• Nothing like a nice, crackling fire.
• My favorite: fire and flames. A double job in the city. We torch a couple buildings and the Seraph get burned in the process. Know what I mean?
• What have you got there?
• Certainly gives me a purpose. See you there.
• Oh, yeah! Bright lights, big noise, smoking remains—I can't wait. This kind of job gives life meaning, you know? Meaning and purpose.
• What are you doing out here?
• That is sweet, as long as the Seraph don't pinch us. Later.
• We've got a sweet deal here. I love how the Ministry bails us out if we get caught. As long as we keep working for them, I can't see a downside!
• I'm Shadow, from, um, Portage Haven. I just moved to the city.
• I've never seen you before. Who are you?
• Call me a liar again, and I'll nail your tongue to a tree.
• Come on. I'm too good-looking to be Seraph.
• Big Nose Ted sent me. If you don't like it, take it up with him.
• I think you're a lying Seraph spy. Better change my mind, or you're dead.
• Team? There are teams?
• Wow. I guess that proves you're not Seraph—they don't know how to make a decent threat. Listen, if you end up on my team, stick close. I like the way you carry yourself.
• What are the targets?
• Right. You're new. We've got a big arson job coming up with two targets. Big Nose Ted wants both fires started at the same time, so we're splitting into teams.
• Fun's fun, but I prefer cash. What's the angle?
• An orphanage and a military hospital. This is Ted's best plan yet. I hope I get the orphanage. It'll be more fun.
• Devious. Thanks. See you at the job.
• Ted's got a deal with the ministry. We make the Seraph look worthless—like they can't protect anybody—and when the council takes over, they let us do as we please.
• Okay, okay. I was just testing you. You're a feisty one, aren't you? I hope you're on my team.
• Hah! Yeah, no way Captain Fancy-Pants Thackeray would let anyone prettier than him in the ranks. I'm gonna like working with you. I hope you're on my team.
• I'm on it.
• I'll see what I can do.
• Sorry. I was looking for my mother-in-law's tomb.
• Who are you? This ain't no public house. Get lost.
• Heh. Good one. Thanks.
• Well, come on in, fresh meat. You look soft, but we'll de-tenderize you until even Captain Thackeray won't be able to chew you up.
• Okay, I'm leaving.
• Why, so you can spit on it? Hah! Go on, get out of here before I bury you with her.
• What? Oh, excuse me. This farmer has me a bit wound up.
• His farm is in the middle of the war zone. We might be able to push the centaurs back enough for him to return, but I doubt he'll be able to harvest any time soon.
• We try to relocate refugees inside the city, but not everyone lands on their feet. Many of them end up joining the Seraph to fight. Now, if you'll excuse me.
• Greetings. What brings you in today? Are you reporting a crime? If so, I'll need to get some paperwork from upstairs first.
• I serve the city—maybe not on the front lines, but filing paperwork after an incident is just as important as fighting centaurs or chasing bandits. I also help coordinate refugee relocation.
• We get our fair share. In my experience, you put too many people in one place, you always get crime. And by too many, I mean more than two. Heh. Honestly, though, most of our citizens are good folk.
• Looks like you're busy.
• Ugh. This place is filthy. You'd think they were keeping centaurs in here.
• No, just one of them bandits, but that trash ain't any better than centaurs if you ask me. Smell almost as bad, too.
• You look busy. I'll leave you to it.
• Don't you know someone working for a living when you see one? I refuse to even be in the same room with the scum they haul in here.
• You don't have any prisoners?
• Greetings. I'd warn you not to enter the jail, but the cells are vacant right now, so it should be all right for you to look around.
• Oh, we have several scum in custody, but they're all in questioning or at court. Lieutenant Groban schedules it that way occasionally so Marta can check the cells.
• You're upset. I'm going to go.