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- Let's get to work, then.
- Take Drinks
- Get the Sons of Svanir drunk with ale from the cart.
- Recruiting the Skritt
- This ale is magnificent! Let's make the most of it. A toast! A toast to...to...uhh...I think I've had one too many. What should we drink to?
- To Jormag, the ultimate predator and the ultimate challenge.
- To Bear, the true spirit of strength and ferocity, and a hunter's best friend!
- To Owl! We mourn your loss and honor your memory.
- What? You'd better watch it, alemonger. That kind of talk will get your guts scattered all over this place.
- Sorry, sorry. Give me a minute to think it over and I'll try again.
- I'll drink to that! You know our founder, Svanir? He met Jormag face to face. The dragon's blessing gave him the strength to surpass all others.
- Another toast, then! To Svanir, the greatest norn who ever lived!
- Don't forget his sister, who also met the dragon. To Jora!
- Here's one: to Asgeir, who brought great Jormag's tooth to Hoelbrak!
- To Svanir! Ahh, that's the stuff. Okay, brothers, time to break up this party. Those on duty, back to your posts. Everyone else, get some rest. Tomorrow, we hunt more minotaurs!
- Nighty-night, boys. Sleep well...and deeply.
- You're a welcome sight! A nice cold ale to take my mind off the stench of these animals. Ahh, but I shouldn't. I'm on duty.
- What, guarding some bad-tempered cows? That's a chore, not a duty. You deserve a break.
- Maybe later, eh? I'll be back in case you change your mind.
- I do. I do deserve a break. Besides, one little drink never hurt anybody, am I right?
- Absolutely. And the more you have, the more right you'll be. Bottoms up, brother.
- Ho, alemonger! This isn't the best place for a moot. I'll take a flagon, but then you should pack up and clear out.
- But I haven't even broken out Bear's Brain-Basher Brown Ale yet!
- All right. Just let me see if anyone else wants some.
- You have Bear's Brown? That's a different story. Some of us, like me, would kill for a sip of that. Brothers! Gather 'round! Bear's Brown for everybody!
- Hold on. Bear and I don't brew this for everybody. Only the toughest drinkers get a taste.
- I wish you'd said that sooner. Now I have to remind everybody who's the toughest. Get back to your posts, you worthless clods! There's only enough for me!
- That's what Bear likes to see! Whoever wins the "argument" gets the ale!
- After we deal with Vidkun and his dragon beast, remind me to have a pitcher or two of Bear's Brown Ale with you. You've convinced me to try it!
- Make it a keg or two, and you've got a deal. See you in Hoelbrak.
- No, no! I'm going to say it. All these years...I've always hated you. You know why?
- Here we go. Every time this clown has a drink, he starts in on me. I swear I'm gonna—
- Because you're weak and stupid. You're not fit to serve Dragon. Go worship Mink. Or Bunny!
- That does it! I'm going to stomp on your head until it pops like a grape!
- Hail, brother! It's a good day for Dragon!
- So it is! Soon, the beast will tear apart that withering city, and we'll replace their lodges with our own!
- Guard duty is so boring. When will Vidkun return so the fighting can start?
- Vidkun has his hands full with the beast. When it's ready, he'll return.
- Better sooner than later.
- Where'd you get that weapon, brother?
- From a dead hunter down near Bear's shrine.
- Dead, eh? What killed him?
- Me!
- I wish I was out killing something.
- Soon. In time, Dragon will call us to the slaughter. The world will be tested.
- Not soon enough. I want to start with Knut Whitebear. That old man's been ready to go for years now, I tell you.
- I'd be doing him a favor!
- I'm glad we don't recruit women. They're naggy, annoying, and they're always fussing at me.
- Yeah, me too. But...well, they're also curvy, and they smell nice.
- I mean, how are we going to make more of us if we don't have any girls around?