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- This bottle belongs to Gukumatz. Use it to gather and combine alchemical ingredients.
- Fascinating. Good-bye for now.
- Absolutely! What did you want to talk about?
- On second thought, I really should be going. Good-bye.
- Hmm...interesting. Oh, excuse me. I'm supposed to be answering your questions. What were they again?
- The Smokestead repairs are taking longer than expected, sir.
- It's like breaking open an old log: once the damage is done, all sorts of nasty things start crawling out.
- I think a little incentive is in order. Requisition a keg of Ol' Tank Oil stout, on my authority.
- Offer it to the warband that works the hardest, and give them my regards. Dismissed!
- I'm very busy, Centurion. Deliver your report.
- Sir. We took out a Flame Legion squad near Lake Adorea. The last survivor...immolated himself rather than be questioned.
- Fanatics will do that. Then again, this may indicate that something bigger is brewing.
- Double the lakeshore patrols. And take at least two prisoners alive from now on, just in case.
- I have a message for Tribune Brimstone. Where is he?
- He's not in, Centurion. Leave the message with me, I'll see that the tribune gets it.
- Leave it? With a cub like you? Ha! I'll take this to Fierhan Sparwind instead.
- If you like. Both tribunes hate it when you treat them interchangeably, of course, but you know best.
- On second thought...here, take the message. And don't tell the tribune about this, okay?
- Wouldn't dream of it, Centurion. Have a nice day.
- So you're Brimstone's little aide-de-camp. You're hardly more than a cub.
- I'm old enough to perform my duties with distinction, sir. And I may be smaller than you, but I'm hardly "little."
- Ooh, fiesty! If you ever want to work for a real officer, come join my warband.
- I don't think Tribune Brimstone would allow it, sir. But you can ask him in person when he returns, if you like.
- Oh...well, never mind, then. It's your loss. I'll speak with the tribune some other time.
- Keg Interceptions
- Iron Legion Soldier
- Keep moving, cubs.
- We'll wait here until our appointment time. A good soldier is prompt.
- When it's time, we'll go into the fahrar and meet the primus. Settle down.
- Time to go in, Dooty...I mean Deuterus. Stand tall, son. And be respectful to your primus. Make me proud.
- Cub
- I bet they give me a two-handed sword.
- Where's the primus?
- Cub
- Can I go to fahrar too?
- I wanna go home.
- Eww...it's stinky here.
- How come Dooty gets to go to fahrar, papa?
- Because he's old enough to start learning how to be a soldier.
- Yeah! I'm old enough to be a soldier and you're not.
- I don't want Dooty to go. He's coming home with us.
- No, he's not. His primus is meeting us today. He'll live at the fahrar from now on.
- No! I want him to come home! Why can't Dooty come home?
- You ready for your test, Bev?
- I think so, Legionnaire.
- Okay. I'm going to quiz you. So, what are the roles of the four legions?
- Iron is for the might. Blood is for the fight. Ash is for the spying, and Flame is for the dying!
- Right! C'mon, let's check out the Blood Cohort. Race ya!
- I'm gonna tell mama that you gave Dooty away.
- Cub, we are not giving Dooty away. We'll visit him, and he'll visit us.