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- This is what it's all about—food, fighting, boasting, and ale. You have to love it!
- I can't believe anyone could survive this long without going to a moot.
- You think you're enjoying yourself now? The best is still to come!
- And I do! I do love it! Wahoo!
- I can't believe anyone could survive this long without going to a moot.
- Then get back out there and keep having fun.
- I've been to moots, but not like this! I grew up in a small settlement. I've never even seen so many people in one place!
- Then welcome, friend. The fun is just beginning!
- Go on, get out of my face, you...shtupid punk...quaggan-kissher. You ain't got ale, you ain't got nothin'.
- You're right. All I've got are two big fists, and I know you don't want either one.
- Settle down, Varg. You're embarrassing yourself again.
- Take it easy, pal. I think you've had a few too many.
- That makes us even, then. Good-bye.
- Come on, then! Show me your big fishts, and I'll...wait, what was I...who are you again?
- I'm the one who's walking away from a pickled moron.
- Find a quiet place to sleep it off, pal. I'm leaving.
- Hey! You can't talk to me like that. I'll...I'll kick you...with my foot!
- Some other time, champ. Like when you can see and speak clearly.
- While you're trying to find your foot, I'll be moving on.
- Oh, yeah? I'll show you who's had too many! Right after I finish this one...
- Right. You do that. When you're ready, I'll be somewhere else.
- Well, I didn't know the Great Hunt was open to worthless losers. What are you doing here, %str1%? Besides embarrassing yourself.
- You're the one embarrassing yourself, Mikkel. Every time you open your mouth.
- Drunk again, Mikkel? I guess seeing your face in the mirror would drive anybody to drink.
- I've already turned in my trophy. What have you got?
- Go ahead and run your mouth, Mikkel. My trophy will do the talking for me.
- Not interested, Mikkel. Find someone else to pester.
- Big talk from a toothless pup like you. If you want to start something, I'll finish it.
- Not here and not now. But soon, you hairy-necked goon. Soon.
- I've got better things to do. Much better things.
- What did you say? I'd break you in half, but then the judges would probably disqualify me. But I won't forget this.
- You'd forget your own name if your mom didn't stitch it into your undergarments.
- I got more than you, loser. More, bigger, and better.
- Hah! Quantity isn't always quality. Let's see what the judges have to say.
- You'll have to catch something first, loser.
- Just keep talking. It makes beating you all the more satisfying.
- Hey, %str1%! You're the one to watch this year. How are you going to beat the giant ice wurm Knut Whitebear brought in?
- With people like you on my side, that battle's already half won!
- I haven't decided yet, but I look forward to fighting alongside Eir Stegalkin.
- My deeds do the talking. Just keep your eye on me. You'll see.
- That's right, Eir will be there, too. I can't wait to see how you two handle Issormir. This will be the best Great Hunt ever!
- Yes it will!
- Really? Thanks! And good luck. Maybe one day the skaalds will sing about our victories.
- Are you kidding? We'll be immortalized in song before the day is done!
- Careful! Don't mess up my traps!
- I see your traps, but I don't see prey.
- I'll tread lightly. Good-bye.
- A hunter's greatest virtue is patience. You don't have to chase things down if you can draw your prey to you. If you've got that, you've got a successful hunt.
- Crafty. I'll have to try that.
- Working a moot has its perks. I'm the only one who remembers all the funny things, so I get to tell the best stories.