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- Rawhide Mask
- Scan
- If I find you near the Citadel, I'll eat you.
- Kjella
- Selwyn
- Crusader Rendsaw
- Agent Havelock
- Agent Vitali
- Tactician Dyfri
- Gwilym
- I'm tired of serving ale to rowdy hunters.
- Really? You're surrounded by happy people having fun. Grab some for yourself!
- Really? Then you are in the wrong place and the wrong line of work, my friend.
- You're right. Maybe I'll just knock off early and fetch myself a round for a change. Toss back a few ales, boast a little, maybe sing a few dirty songs...
- That's the spirit! Get out there and enjoy the moot!
- I'm the greatest hunter alive! The greatest who ever lived!
- Greatest hunter? Nah. Biggest mouth? Definitely.
- You better watch YOUR mouth, buddy, or I'll hunt you down just to prove my point.
- In your dreams. And if you do hunt me down in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
- I'm definitely a better hunter than you. Why, I once killed a minotaur with my bare hands!
- How did a minotaur get your bare hands?
- Raven's beak, woman! What are you—oh, I see what you did there. Very clever.
- Ah, the Great Hunt! Each year when the season comes, fresh young hunters rise to the challenge.
- Exhilarating, isn't it?
- Knut Whitebear found a curious beast for the event. He calls it "Issormir."
- You don't say! Well, I think we can expect a few more injuries and maulings, then.
- Don't get your hopes up. I've clearly got the finest trophy!
- Who are you kidding? Yours is tiny and smells of rot!
- The only thing tiny and rotten here is YOUR head!
- I hate to admit it, but I don't think my trophies will win.
- Chin up. Even if you don't win, at least you had the privilege of meeting Knut Whitebear!
- Did you see Eir Stegalkin?
- I did. We're so lucky to have her attend our Great Hunt.
- She's amazing.
- See the mighty minotaur horns I have brought back!
- Hmm. Are you sure those are from a minotaur?
- Of course they are. I wrenched them from the rampaging beast's head with my own two hands.
- Looks like dolyak horns to me.
- Every year, the competition gets younger and tougher. I've heard of a particular hunter that everyone's watching.
- No matter who wins, it's always an honor to participate.
- You should just go home. My trophies are the best the Great Hunt has ever seen. Way better than yours.
- Ha! My trophy is so good they're renaming it %str1%'s Great Hunt.
- Is that so? Let's see this winning trophy of yours. What did you kill?
- Knut Whitebear will be the judge of that. May the best hunter win!
- Well said! You may not win the Great Hunt, but you're a shoo-in for "least modest hunter."
- I modestly agree! Now, tell me all about your trophies.
- And that's not the only title I'll be collecting today. Good hunting, my friend!
- Oh, well, I killed a...a fearsome Long-Eared Snow Runner! It had blinding speed and teeth like chisels, but I took it down with just one blow.
- That's one impressive rabbit. Maybe I will see you in the winner's circle!
- Yeah! This is my first real moot, and I love it!