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• That body looks like a Giganticus Lupicus, corrupted by Zhaitan's power.
• Excellent work, %str1%. If we had a dozen warbands filled with soldiers like you, we could end the Flame Legion's presence here. The legions salute you.
• Take care out here.
• Welcome to the battlefield. I need soldiers out here. You ready to get in the fight?
• Reporting for duty. What's the misson?
• You have kill-on-sight clearance for any Flame Legion you find. They've been ambushing our soldiers, and it's time for payback. Watch your step. Those smokesuckers have planted mines everywhere.
• How did a champion of an Elder Dragon become a friend to living things?
• Got it. You can count on me.
• Two things. Find any our weapon bundles we have in the field, set them up, and put them to good use. Second, war banners. Plant them, and it'll be a big boost for our morale.
• Weapon bundles and banners. Got it.
• Huh. And you lived through that? Crap. I'm out of the pool then.
• Wait, what pool?
• You're late to the party. Too bad. You missed the fun.
• You said until recently. Is she dead?
• Shut up. You ruin my kill, I'll end you.
• of the Night
• On how long you'll live. I pegged you for a fiery death. A screaming one, too. You look like a screamer, even for someone with the air cooked out of their lungs.
• You bet on all the members of the warband?
• Are you a sadistic jerk to everyone who wants to help you?
• Weirdo.
• Just the strange ones Scorchpath finds in the field. The ones who think they can come in and break the Flame Legion in an hour or so.
• Hey, I just showed up. Your team is doing all the heavy work out here.
• Oh, forget it.
• If you think I care about your feelings, meat, you need to buy a ladder so you can get over yourself.
• And what's so special about you?
• Good. At least you got your head screwed on right. Keep it that way. We got our hands full with Salina. I don't like fresh meat in our team.
• I don't need this.
• We picked her up a while back. She used to be a Flame Legion camp slave. When Vesta freed her, Salina was feral. Ate off the ground, didn't talk, flinched at noise, didn't wash.
• Stay close to me. I have too much potential to be lost in some local nonsense.
• As okay as any of us would be raised as a slave. Vesta gave her clean clothes, even her name. Salina's straightned out a bit, but she's just...spooky, the way she stares at you. Creeps me out.
• You gotta know one thing about us. We travel light. We travel fast. We don't have time for hand holding. We wouldn't have taken Salina except she can read a Flame camp like no one's business.
• If you have to ask, I don't have time to explain.
• I get the hint.
• Nothing personal, but I don't want to know your name. We're moving on in a few. Don't try to follow. Don't get in Vesta's way. Got it?
• Tell me about Vesta.
• Fine. Be that way.
• Stay silent. Target in sight.
• She's in charge of this operation. Talk to her if you want to know more. Know this: I'm watching you. Make one wrong move near her and I'll drop your corpse in a ditch. Understood?
• You're betting too much on her good will.
• My kill. Mine.
• Salina looks you over. Her eyes soften and her snarl disappears. There's a look of sadness on her face. She appears about to say something, but stops short.
• I'm %str1%. I take it you are part of this outfit.
• Talk or stop staring, you mute idiot.
• It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.
• Salina snarls. She grips her knife, but pauses before drawing her blade. She ignores you and resumes scanning the horizon.
• Salina nods, but then turns and resumes watching the horizon.
• No. No you won't. You can try, but if you start anything with me, I will finish you. I've killed men so quietly and so quickly that their last breath never make it out.
• Got it. I'm leaving.
• I had a name before, but I don't remember it. They call me Salina Scorchstep now. I heard you've been slitting Flame throats. Did you make them suffer?
• How long have you been with this group?