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• Naowp
• We'll never forgive you.
• You're mine! Heel.
• I like this one. It looks strong.
• No! It's too strong!
• Jawp
• It looks cuddly. That has to be good.
• (crying)
• I will love him, and I will pet him, and I will call him George. Go home, George.
• Not fair! Mean!
• Hawp
• (sniff) Mmmm. This one smells good enough to be my ally.
• Ow!
• Stop! Leave us alone!
• Strong pets make strong masters. Go now to your master's pen.
• Rauwp
• Go away! They're our pets.
• Hurrah! A strong one for me. Now go home!
• Incredibly tough.
• I sense courage and might here. I'll take this one.
• Ogre Villager Klang
• Unna Ettinbreaker
• It's been long enough. Even Wark deserves better.
• Why would they want him?
• I guess I'll rescue him, if he's not back soon.
• He annoys me, but not as much as harpies do.
• Safe journey to you.
• Wark
• Think of all the people out there, longing to improve their love lives. My perfume performs a primary public service.
• I never want to smell, hear, or see another harpy again! In that order!
• Hmm. I see. Hmmm. Yes, yes, indeed! Hm! Hmm.
• This quantity should suffice for a perfume prototype. Quickly, bring me your remaining glands. I'm getting tired of standing here.
• Anyone care to assist me with a project? An experiment to benefit us all?
• My latest concoction has worked only too well. These frightful hussies might just get carried away with me!
• Get me out of here! Somehow, anyhow, I don't care how!
• We're doing everyone a favor by getting rid of harpies. They're terrible to look at. Eargh!
• I don't like the way those feathery fiends are looking at me.
• Who would buy a product that gives you harpies?
• Bring me your harpy glands! But keep the claws, beaks, and other assorted parts to yourself.
• AAHHHHH!
• I welcome your assistance. Better late than never.
• Give me your harpy glands! I guarantee no one else wants them—not like I do!
• I've concocted many successful elixirs. Ever heard of Devourer Wax? Yes, that was mine.
• Harpy glands contain pheromones—strong love potion. Maybe I'll call it Happy Harpy.
• It's satisfying to poke the glands. They make this fascinating "squissssh, squissssh" sound.
• I'd better do this in my tent. I'll be back. I shouldn't be long.
• If I survive this, I'll have to invent something so I'm not plagued by nightmares of incessant squawking.
• No means no!
• I'm feeling superlative! Now to rework this formula.
• Sentinel