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- Take my advice: don't go to Lion's Arch.
- I heard it's a good place to get things.
- Yeah, like a dagger in the back.
- If I don't blow off some steam, I'm getting in a fight.
- I know you. It won't matter. You're getting in a fight anyway.
- That asura merchant drives a hard bargain.
- Why do we bargain with them at all? This is our city.
- You've got to think bigger. Commerce is the difference between "our city" and "our great city."
- A toast to your health. Which tale of my exploits can I regale you with?
- I like stories. What have you got?
- I'm Hildr Trollbane, the world's deadliest troll hunter.
- You mentioned exploits?
- Well, there's the time I got drunk and woke up hanging from a cave ceiling. Or the time I killed a troll with a chicken bone. But neither of those is my favorite story.
- I love drunk stories. Tell me.
- With a chicken bone?
- I've got to know. What's your favorite story?
- That's okay. I have other things on my mind.
- My first Great Hunt. With only a dagger, I felled a nasty rock drake. Later at the celebratory moot, I may've spent a bit too much time attached to the spigot. I was out like a candle.
- It happens. Go on.
- Sounds like a tale for another time.
- I was eating by the fire when some trolls jumped me. I didn't want my dinner to get cold, so I just kept eating while I fought 'em off. I pummeled, took a bite, pummeled, took a bite—
- Gotta go. Bye.
- Defeat %num2% Halloween minion[s].
- I can stomach it. Bring it on!
- I don't want to hear another word.
- Next thing I know, I'm awakened by an angry grawl screeching at me—upside down. Took a moment to realize the grawl wasn't the one upside down. My fellow hunters had a sense of humor.
- How did you escape?
- And delicious chicken it was! I didn't even need to stop eating while I beat them back. I pummeled, took a bite, chewed, pummeled some more.
- So...the chicken bone?
- In Hoelbrak, there are these little white bunnies all over the place. They reproduce like pollen. Whitebear told us hunters to cull their numbers. So, I got my biggest axe...
- Smashy
- That's enough. Bye.
- My fellows tied me to a stalactite but left me my dagger. They were cruel, not heartless. I cut myself down, stuck the landing, and made that grawl my second dagger kill of the hunt.
- I've got to hear the chicken bone story.
- Let me hear your favorite story.
- My time is up. I have to go.
- Let's just say I have a history with the blasted things. And now, I smite them whenever I see them.
- What history do you have with trolls?
- Let me hear your stories!
- Ha! The look on your face. Nah, we just gathered 'em up and set 'em loose in the forest. They're good to eat in winter when other food is scarce. It'd be a shame to waste them.
- Tell me about hanging from the ceiling.
- Tell me about the troll and the chicken bone.
- I need to go. Bye.
- It's not important, really. Besides, do I really need a reason to despise trolls? Does anyone?
- You have a point. Can I hear those stories now?
- True enough. Bye.
- I had a troll under each arm and a chicken bone in my mouth. A third troll came at me, howling with rage. So I spit the chicken bone right down his throat and he choked to death.
- Nice shot.
- But it did. The bone flew straight into its gaping, screaming mouth, and he choked on that bone until he turned blue and keeled over.
- I must hear about you hanging from the cave ceiling now.