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- We're gonna have bigger problems than a few dead cattle if I don't make that delivery.
- You may've saved your tail out there, but I think you lost your backbone.
- (growl)
- Yeah! More meat!
- What? This is all you brought?
- As requested.
- Oh well. There's plenty to go around. This meat is going to be spectacular! Stick around for the celebration!
- Haha. I think I will. I earned it.
- Hey, we're running out of the good stuff. Go back to your ranch and get us more of that primo cattle.
- Not a problem, but they're gonna cost more than the previous bunch.
- Are you trying to swindle me? Why has the price increased?
- The next group I bring will be even more delicious. So plump and tender, juicy and flavorful. I can taste it already. Can't you?
- (growl) Go! Go get more meat! I don't care how much it costs!
- All right. (chuckle)
- You let the ale run out! Does this mean the moot is over?
- No! It means we go get more! Follow me. We can buy some at Charrgate Haven.
- This festival is glorious!
- Give me two barrels of your finest ale.
- Back again? I can't believe any of you can still walk given the quantities you've knocked back.
- We're ale-chugging forces of ale-chugging nature!
- This ale is for a feast! The grandest of feasts! Meatoberfest!
- So you said—every time. Enjoy your celebration.
- Is it me, or does Charrgate Haven move farther away every time we walk there?
- The ale is getting to your head, friend.
- Whoa! Am I seeing straight?
- We will not be oppressed by the likes of you! Your festival is a poor cover for an attack. Destroy their supplies! They're hiding explosives!
- What did he say?
- He thinks we're plotting an attack against them, and he thinks your marmox is carrying explosives.
- Yeah! We scared them off!
- C'mon. Let's go back to the moot. What do you say?
- You got it! Hard earned victories such as ours deserve multiple mugs of fine ale!
- Ho, ho! You know me well.
- Stupid rats! They've ruined everything! The ale. Meatoberfest. My good mood.
- Why don't we just go back to Charrgate Haven and get more from the ale merchant?
- Smart thinking. Maybe there's still hope. To Charrgate Haven!
- Hey, where'd all the eggs go? Don't tell me we're out again. So soon?
- You ate them. You don't remember?
- All of them? (snort) It's not my fault. They're so good. Make more, will you? If you do, I'll clean your tools for you.
- Deal! I'll be back in a little while with a fresh batch.
- Hey, how's it going?
- Terrible! Look the post I was assigned. I'm missing Meatoberfest.
- Sorry to hear that, but I've got to get into this cave and collect some wurm eggs for the festival.
- (sigh) Carry on.
- All right! I've got more than enough. If I take back too many, those drunkards will overeat.
- Time to get out of here and head back to town!
- Finally! What took you so long? I was getting tired of waiting.
- Thinking about pickled wurm eggs—slimy, blackened, deep-fried—got my stomach growling! I wanna help cook.
- Leave the cooking to me. Hey! Watch it! Don't drool on anything.
- Yeah! I woke it up. I bet this beast has the best eggs.
- Subdue the Big Mama!