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• Kill the Sons of Svanir holding Havroun Solvi captive.
• Kill Styrr Frostblade and his guards.
• Kill the Sons of Svanir and their minions.
• It's been a rough day. A group of Separatists took me by surprise and almost killed me. I'm making sure the coast is clear before I head back to town.
• Where's their leader?
• Careful. Don't blow my cover. I'm hiding from those hairless rebels. I'm not going anywhere while their leader is out on patrol.
• To the south. If you don't find him, he'll find you. He's got plenty of friends too.
• Take this as a token of my appreciation. You'll want to keep your strength up if you're going to be fighting more Separatists.
• Thank you. Here, take this. It will make you even stronger.
• Flash Grenade
• Thank you, but I'm smart enough to know when the odds are against me. Have this. It'll make you stronger. Try to lessen those Separatist numbers.
• Obey...Inquest.
• Be on the look-out for those human rebels. They like to catch you when your guard is down. Shouldn't be a problem for you though.
• Got it.
• Don't let those mud-sucking dredge anywhere near my ale or my marmox!
• What's going on here?
• Raise a rib! Better yet, raise a mug of ale! Or best of all, raise a mug of ale-soaked ribs! What a grand feast this is.
• We've got the dredge on the run. Nothing between us and Meatoberfest but clear sailing.
• I'm with you.
• Those dredge are relentless, I'll give 'em that. But this is just a minor setback. We will get this ale to Meatoberfest or fail trying.
• This place is running dry, but have no fear. Charrgate Haven has a huge supply of the finest quality ale. You're welcome to come along.
• Wahoo, we've got the ale. Now let's get it back to Butcher's Block before they're all forced to drink water.
• Sure, you're all crazy.
• Sounds like a party. Have fun.
• This creature is subdued.
• We're celebrating Meatoberfest. Where herds of cows and hundreds of kegs go to die. When these soldiers found out what we have in common, they invited me to join them.
• I'm not so sure.
• Crazy about Meatoberfest. Trust me, just one cow and you'll be hooked.
• Who's your competition?
• Ah, busy days ahead of us. We got to push out twice the lumber if we're going to fill our quota and snuff out our competition.
• Bloodsaw Mill to the north. It's a friendly competition. Our goals are the same, but we work hard to see who can haul more loads of lumber.
• And a corner for Mellaggan. And a nest of soft plants for laying eggs.
• My partner and I are pondering what to name our newborn progeny. We're calculating all possible numerological and geometric combinations for optimal success.
• You're bluffing, and I don't have time for this now.
• Help us get rid of this beast, or I'll feed you to it!
• Where is Redreave Mill?
• Our mill has suffered some damage thanks to overgrown skelk. We're waiting on some supplies from Redreave Mill before we can get production back to one hundred percent.
• Point me in their direction. Maybe I can help speed things up.
• Good one. See you later.
• They're located west of here. I'd expect one of the workers will be here soon. We can count on Redreave for two things. Supplies and being slow! (laugh)
• I like your initiative! Just head out of here and go west.
• Kill for the little masters.
• This is Raintimber Mill, the legions' best lumber resource.
• Looks like the mill is well-protected.
• I heard you don't have what it takes.
• Sounds fun. Later.
• I'm here to make sure production doesn't stop, for any reason. Come beasts, come foes, I'm on alert, and nothing will get in the way of our work.
• Protect the Inquest.
• Who told you that? If I weren't on duty, I'd cut you down for insulting me.
• Why don't you just call him Number One?