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- (growl) And then we claim the Kahn-Ur's mantle for Iron.
- And what did we learn from your comrade's unfortunate accident?
- Never walk in front of a cannon.
- We're going drake hunting tomorrow. Want to come?
- Can't. Nobody else knows how to make rivets, so I'm stuck on a double shift.
- Stay here until I return. I need to find your sister.
- Don't let the charr get me!
- Everything will be fine, I promise. Just don't come out until I say it's okay.
- (scream)
- These are ruins of a thriving human kingdom. The charr have no claim on anything we find here.
- We have a claim on the kingdom itself, mouse. It was ours first.
- Yes, well, on that, we must agree to disagree.
- They say the rest of his warband was killed fighting rebels from Ebonhawke.
- Why isn't he dead, too?
- Good question.
- Pay attention to me. Keep your eye on the target.
- Centurion, show me your technique.
- The range is for those who need practice. Keep trying, legionnaire.
- Most interesting is that the human ruler did our ancestors' work for them.
- I heard he used dire magic to kill his own people.
- That's what I heard too. And, the ghosts? He trapped them here himself. Fool.
- I'd give anything to have been one of Vatlaaw Doomtooth's warriors. Imagine the glory!
- What I wouldn't give to see a sunflower growing out of these ruins.
- Nothing but dirt, rocks, and skeletons around here.
- I miss poppies. My mother always kept a vase of them on the table.
- Two more kills last night. We're dead even.
- Not for long.
- At ease, you misbegotten lumps! All-out charges aren't the only path to victory.
- What else is there, boss?
- Strategy! Cunning! Coordination! A sharp mind is as important as a strong arm.
- I got a hankering for fresh meat.
- I'm parched.
- Watch out for devourers. Place is crawlin' with 'em.
- I found a critter in my boot this morning, almost took my toe off.
- I smell disgrace. Why don't you fall on your sword, gladium, and do the world a favor?
- Bite your tongue, or I'll rip it out.
- (growl!) I'll put this stray down myself!
- Eyes on your own business.
- Did you transcribe those old letters like I asked?
- Yes. They contained information about the flight of the dragon—its path and the aftermath.
- Did they confirm its speed?
- Nothing conclusive.
- I want to join Swordcross camp. They've got real enemies to fight, a real objective to defend.
- Quiet in formation!
- Sorry, boss.
- You can transfer anywhere you want after I'm done with you. Now march, you lumps!
- Your flash attack lacks imagination.
- Say that again, and I'll slit your throat.
- Tighten it up, or we'll kick you out of the warband.
- You just try to kick me out!