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- Noted.
- I must bow out now. Your issues with Jat are none of my business.
- Right. Bye, then.
- Hey, I'm a bandit, not a priest of Dwayna. Do whatever you need, just don't touch my guns or money.
- Deal with this!
- We've got this.
- We'll soon sort things out.
- These are dangerous times.
- May Balthazar strengthen you.
- Waine
- Defeat Waine.
- All right, you toughs! Here we go! Fighting in the first round, the Brainstormer versus a new sylvari contender. Fighters, to the pit.
- Good luck.
- The tournament will now begin. Bezix the Brainstormer fights a newcomer in this first round.
- A sylvari? Oh dear. I'm going to chop you to bits and use you as kindling.
- Round two! Place your bets! Stinky Piete steps into the pit to face off against our sylvari challenger!
- You look fresh from the Dream. By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you were back in your pod.
- We have a two-time winner, spectators! Let's raise the stakes! Place your bets! It's sylvari versus...wait for it...quaggan!
- Hoo, weed. You're out of your element. Quaggan is about to foo up your day.
- Viper's Armguards
- Ale-Carrying Bull
- Actually, maybe I can help you. With some gold...
- Nothing, sir. Moving along now.
- What can I help you with?
- Waine's a liar and a cheat. I'd like some wrong done to him.
- My friend's in love, but Waine won't leave her alone. He needs a lesson.
- I bet on that scary charr. Be a sweetling and help my wager come true?
- Let me think a moment.
- Help me? Hmph. What are you thinking?
- Lovely.
- Just leave it to me and the archers. We'll come up with a nice tide-turner for you.
- Excellent.
- Now that's just not right! My own wife left me for a pit fighter. I'll give him some pain for you, I will.
- Fantastic.
- A cheat, is he? Well, we can't have that. I'll take your gold, and he'll take an arrow in the foot. Deal?
- Maybe a bit of ale will refresh your voice.
- Your eyes are worse than your voice. Give it up and step down.
- I have bag of gold for you, if you let me find a new announcer.
- Right. Victory to...meh.
- Blast it all! I can barely hear my own voice. Victory to Waine! To Waine, I say!
- Don't worry. I'll find a worthy replacement for you.
- Truly, my throat has seen fresher days. Say, is that an ale-carrier bull by the tents? It might have just the thing.
- I've got a stand-in. All you need do is step aside.
- Some kind of bully, you are! Gods preserve me in my old age. I need a drink...
- Good choice.
- A bribe? Why, I'd never—My word, that is a lot of coin. Right! Victory to ale!
- We need a new announcer. Interested?
- Who are you complaining about?
- He is something of a drag, isn't he?
- Cogs and grumblecakes! That old coot has no fire. No gusto! Even my generous ears can't hear his mumblings.