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- The villagers need our help. The many, over the one.
- Tiachren it is. I won't abandon my friend. The wardens can handle Astorea.
- You've been a good friend, %str1%. Please, be my friend now—help me save her. Whatever they've done, love can heal it.
- Servant of Zhaitan
- Set yourself alight, periodically burning up to three nearby foes.
- Rescue Occam.
- Nightmare Court Prison
- Occam's Prison
- I hope the hammer is useful.
- Why were they holding you prisoner?
- You don't need it to work at the smithy?
- Thanks for your help.
- They demanded I make more armor. Forget that. I'd rather die. Hence, the cage.
- You're a stubborn one.
- Not until you're done. Destroy that armor. I can't stand filth like this using my masterwork.
- I'll stop them. You can count on that.
- The human gods were apparently as foolish as their worshippers, since they made their home on the resting place of an Elder Dragon.
- Retreating to a safe distance.
- We fight, seeds or no.
- Remind me what these seeds do?
- Dammit! Only a few turret seeds left. It'll never be enough! What do we do?
- Those sound great. Here, I'll take some of the seeds.
- I have three types left: thornberries, freezing briars, and martyr's vine.
- That's an interesting perspective on the situation.
- Destroy the cage doors.
- Doors
- Surrender the white stag! The Nightmare Court demands it!
- Nightmare Kennelmaster
- Nightmare cannot be denied! Give us the stag, and we might spare you.
- Nightmare Kennelmaster
- Poor Sariel. Did you really think you could just walk into the Grove and take the stag?
- No, Caithe. I also planned on leaving you in a pool of your own blood. And, well, here you are.
- Even Faolain couldn't tame that temper of yours. Let's see if my blades can do better.
- Strike now while their backs are turned!
- Where's your honor? We aren't cutthroats or animals. We kill when needed, when we can use that bloodshed to grow a garden.
- Now, leave. Meditate on this, and should you fail to learn, I'll kill you myself!
- Well fought, Valiant. The Court won't try that again. The stag is truly safe.
- Caithe...who is Duchess Faolain?
- New polymock miniatures available for sale now!
- New costumes available today! Dress for the season!
- Welcome, stranger. Mistress Ysvelta waits for Tiachren, but you are also welcome to join nightmare.
- I'm not here to join you. I'm here to save Ysvelta.
- Not on your life, Courtier.
- You speak so passionately, but you don't know. She's already saved—and soon too shall be Tiachren.
- You won't touch him. I'll stop you.
- I've heard enough. Get away from me!
- Courtier Ysvelta has chosen him as her escort. She will not be denied!
- The Flame Legion and their "impenetrable" doors...Pah! I've seen doggy doors more secure. We merely need the elements for a binary-explosive compound. Follow me. The proper ingredients should be close.
- We'll see about that.
- Stand aside, sprout! Courtier Ysvelta awaits her true love.