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• Fall back. We're fighting a losing battle.
• We lost to ghosts. The centurion is going to shave our tails for this one!
• Oh, burn my scruff. You might get your chance. There! Incoming!
• Here we go. Battle stations. Defend the camp!
• Yeah! You want some more of this. I got plenty, and I'm in a giving mood!
• Keep your eyes sharp. They're gonna be back. Humans are just as stubborn dead as alive.
• Have you inventoried that new load yet?
• Almost.
• What do you mean "almost"?
• What's the hurry? It's just a bunch of junk. It ain't going nowhere.
• Just a bunch of junk? Get out of my sight.
• What'd I say?
• Rather be out playing hero, would ya? Well, let me tell ya. The real heroes are here, working this heap.
• Where do you think our armies would be if nobody did the grunt work? Dead stalled, that's where.
• All right, all right. I'll finish the inventory. You made your point.
• We been working this heap since we left the fahrar.
• You complainin' too?
• Nope. I don't got no dreams of greatness. I'm just here to do my job.
• That's right.
• The dogs cornered a rat last night.
• I wondered what that commotion was all about.
• I imbue you with the purity of flame! Ignite and burn!
• Go! Destroy the heretics' statue!
• What's so great about Pyre Fierceshot anyway?
• Hundreds of years ago, when the Fire shamans ran things, he risked his life to expose how they had enslaved our ancestors.
• Respect your past. Respect what he did for us. We owe him more than any one of us can pay back.
• Yeah, this is why I joined Iron Legion. Walking back and forth in front of an old statue. A real honor, let me tell you.
• Know your roots, cub. That's Pyre Fierceshot you're walking past. He's a hero to all free charr.
• He looks like a big ugly head on a stick.
• Typically, we'd sneak up and assassinate our target, but that's hard to do with a bunch of rocks.
• So, we set and trigger the explosives one at time. Move silent, hit the targets, and meet back at camp.
• Don't get distracted. Our targets are the Decimus Stones. If we destroy them, we weaken the ghosts.
• Almost there. Just one more!
• Shhhh! Keep it quiet.
• The latest brood of skale hatched. We'll have to clean that up.
• Because if these ones aren't stopped, there's only going to be more of them later!
• And trust me, that's not going to be something you'd want to deal with.
• So let's just try and keep the situation under control, eh?
• We can't go five paces without running into skale. At this rate, they'll swarm Duskrend by the end of the month.
• Flame Legion, Separatists, now skale. We need to trim the herd. Let's go break some eggs.
• Marsia Gorehammer
• Hey, cub. Do us a favor. Go tell the legionnaire we're gonna be cracking some skale eggs.
• Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
• Centurion Rigar Duskstalker
• Centurion! Some hunters just told me to tell you they're heading out to bravely confront the growing skale menace.
• Bravely confront the skale menace? Well, good. That saves me from having to divert manpower from the ogres.
• No. Again, no. We're spread too thin out here for you and your ghost killers to sneak off after the Decimus Stones.
• If we don't take them out, we'll be up to our snouts in ghosts. If you want that, you shouldn't be in charge here.
• How dare—you want to die? Fine. Take your own team and anyone dumb enough to join you.
• Hand me more arrows! I'm running out!