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• I'd rather meet those traitors on the battlefield.
• As if they would ever face us in open combat.
• Hey, boss! Is there time to stop and catch fish?
• We'll march better if we're well-fed.
• Sure. Anybody who makes it past me to the water can fish all they like.
• No takers? Okay, then. Move on.
• Soldier! Name the parts of a cannon!
• Centurion! Aye! Knob, neck, vent, cascable, wiblin coil, breech...chamber, trunnions, rimbase...bore and muzzle.
• And the parts of the muzzle?
• Swell and face, Centurion!
• As you were.
• Stop foolin' around, man. Keep your mind on the job.
• Why are you so serious?
• It's like my dad used to say, "The charr are tracking us even now."
• Let your guard down, and you're dead before your skull hits the dirt.
• I overheard some scouts talking about that last ogre raid.
• One of 'em said it was a bloody mess.
• Scouts have all the fun.
• You hear about the Black Citadel sending a bunch of inspectors out here?
• They're anxious for the project to succeed. Imagine what we could do if we conquered the seas?
• A submarine would give us the firepower to conquer quaggans.
• What's your business here?
• Legionnaire, I am gladium. I offer arm and life to your service while I remain in your camp. Please accept my pledge.
• Your presence stirs my warriors. Keep to yourself, and don't feed tempers. I'll kill you myself if there's trouble.
• See that, right there. He does that every time with his elbow in the air.
• I do not!
• Yes, you do. You lift it so high on your upswing, I'm surprised it doesn't get caught in your own ear.
• You want to go! C'mon! Put your weapon where your mouth is!
• Seen any skritt?
• Not yet, boss.
• Look harder. We didn't build these weapons so vermin can take them apart piece-by-piece.
• Is that the gladium?
• Yeah. Rumor is he ate his warband to survive while stranded in the Shiverpeaks.
• That's not what I heard. Your version is more interesting, though.
• So far, so good.
• Good? I wish something would attack us. Or that we were marching to attack something.
• Quiet back there! Eyes front! Keep moving!
• Stand firm, cub! Stop flinching!
• Sorry, boss!
• Pitiful! You blink every time you fire. What will you do in real combat?
• Did you pilfer anything from the quaestor's storehouse in Smokestead?
• Not a chance. He never let me out of his sight.
• Well, one of us has to get past him and swipe something. It's tradition.
• It's not a tradition if nobody ever succeeds.
• It's tradition to try.
• The enchanter is scouting ours as an appropriate gateway location.
• Indeed? I hope his report details all the myriad dangers and obstacles.
• I'm sure it will. We should also introduce him to our guardian.
• Brilliant. The guardian's unique form of courtesy will surely make him feel at home.
• Now we can explore, attack, and defend in ways we never could before.