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- Yeah, we're betting on how Gaheron Baelfire is gonna die.
- My money's on a sniper's slug.
- I got "blade to the gut!"
- Awww you're crazy. The guy's gonna get betrayed by one of his own troops.
- I want a piece of this. A hero's hammer's gonna take him down.
- Oh, sure. Go for the easy money. Pay the quartermaster, and you're good to go.
- How's killin'?
- Killing's good.
- I think they're are at it again.
- Cubs and their warbands. I was starting to worry about them.
- Yeah, I haven't seen them fighting for days!
- Don't worry. It'll pick up again soon. A good tussle is exactly what this town needs. Be ready for it.
- Any trouble over here?
- Separatists tried another raid. I think they might come back.
- Well, I'll just have to kill every one of them.
- We need more farms.
- No we don't. We're charr. This ain't Kryta.
- We need grain for beer and bread. We need hops and barley.
- And we can make good money selling grain to the norn. But we don't need more farms.
- Hey, don't get me wrong. I'd rather eat steak than bread, but--
- We need more soldiers, not more farmers. That settles it. Get back to work.
- You see anything?
- Tracks from a recent Separatist raid. You?
- Flame Legion's trying to get past the front line and strike at our logistical support.
- We're itching for a fight. I'll spread the word.
- I hear charr. They're close.
- Cats are for killing. Look for the weakest one, and we'll swarm it.
- The faster we take 'em down, the sooner we get our land back.
- Knock knock.
- Who's there?
- Moo.
- I hate you so much.
- You causing trouble again?
- After ten hours of riding herd and hauling hay, I need to blow off some steam.
- Remember when your laundry wouldn't dry? You beat the pants off that tailor.
- Heh. Knocked the starch right out of his shirts.
- You got enough ammo?
- Yeah, I'm set.
- Use the wheat fields for cover!
- Watch our flank. Get ready for ambush.
- Yeah, we could get attacked by cows at any moment.
- Stow it, soldier!
- You're not a legionnaire yet. When we get back to the fahrar, you are so dead.
- Where's your gear?
- Stashed it. Travel light, move fast.
- Where's your entrenching tool, soldier? Where's your repair kit? What're ya gonna do if a rifle jams or ya need to dig a ditch?
- If a rifle jams, I punch someone in the face. And if we ever hide in a hole, I'll know we're in a human army. I'll be fine.
- Working hard?
- Yeah. This job is murder.
- I almost feel sorry for them. They don't stand a chance.