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- I hear them! Their hearts beat as loud as the beating of wings!
- Argh! Unhand me, abhorrent avian!
- Where're you taking me? Help!
- I'm not ready for this level of commitment!
- Help! Help! Unna! Miss Ettinbreaker! Please!
- I need to redesign my perfume's attraction power. This calls for more research!
- But first, I should wash this off. Before we have any more...incidents.
- You can't do this to me, you frowzy slattern!
- It smells delicious! Mm-mm-mmm.
- Do you know who you're kidnapping? You'll never get away with this...will you?
- Oh, dear. It's a terrible state in which I find myself. How could this have happened? To me?
- (rawk!) Nom nom nom.
- Yes, yes. You're a fine specimen of the avifauna of this area.
- However, I must insist that you keep your talons to yourself. I am, by no means, that kind of...snack.
- They've announced the body count from yesterday.
- I heard. Another eight warriors gone to glory.
- It's a good day to die.
- Hey, you're so ugly, your mother almost ate you at birth.
- Oh, yeah? You're so stupid you think ettins are geniuses.
- Now you've done it! Raise your weapon!
- It's hard to imagine what this place was like before the dragon breathed on it.
- I've heard it was filled with riches and covered in fresh green grass.
- I found something in this dirt sample. It's a piece of tombstone. There's writing.
- Looks like a name. Odvin? Oduin? Odnan? Wait! Could this be from the grave of Odran, Lord of the Rifts?
- It is! By gum! It's the find of the century! I'm gonna be famous! Rich and famous!
- No way this grave is five centuries old. It's not Odran. It's Odwin. Ourin Odwin. Lord of Nothing.
- Oh. That's not as much fun.
- I heard your buddy didn't come back from his last patrol in one piece.
- No, they got him by the tail and wouldn't let go. He had to cut it off...to survive.
- I don't think I could cut off my own tail. That's stone-cold tough, that is.
- I told you not to get him talking.
- Cook's a she, and what's the problem? We got away. And now we know what's for dinner. Yak stew.
- Ah, skritt-spit, who cares? As long as she makes good grub.
- I've got a question for you. What's the Wyld Hunt ? How can you be both Vigil and Wyld Hunt?
- The Wyld Hunt is a calling, not an organization. When something needs to be done, I feel it deep inside, and I act.
- I'm called to action, therefore I'm Wyld Hunt, not the other way around. My calling brought me to stand at your side.
- Hmph. I may have misjudged you.
- You two will travel to the Durmand Priory camp. The asura may need our help.
- What kind of help do they need?
- That's what you're to find out. Go and offer our support.
- What else do we have to do to claim victory here, boss?
- Once we fight off the dragon's beasts, then it's the ogres, ghosts, and humans.
- And after that, it's the Flame Legion. You see where I'm going with this?
- We're needed here.
- End of story.
- This is hopeless. We should abandon this place and get back to our Legion.
- You'll die a messy death if the Legionnaire hears you talking like that.
- We're all dead anyway. I'd rather be dead than bottled up in here.
- Death is just another name for desertion. Show some discipline.
- They've got some big plan to corner and kill the dragon.