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- Those poor dredge never stood a chance. All this technology, and they couldn't stand up to the Orrians. A shame.
- At least you're here now to stop them.
- What sort of technology did the dredge here have?
- That is a shame. Take care.
- Yes, that is the hope, that we can be a bulwark against the Orrian menace.
- What was the technology you mentioned earlier?
- Good luck to you and good-bye.
- I've always been fascinated by dredge weaponry. It seems likely that some remains, hidden around Mole's Head somewhere.
- Well, what are we waiting for? Let's find it!
- Possibly, but a search of those tunnels seems needlessly reckless.
- Recipe[s]: Sweet and Spicy Beans
- I can't say I understand what our mission is, here. I'm sorry for the dredge, but this is too much.
- Aren't you here to fight back the Orrian hordes?
- You have your orders. Good luck.
- Of course. It just seems reckless to bottle ourselves up here, in this cave. That didn't work out for the dredge so well.
- I guess you have a point. Be careful.
- Cale has gone off looking for leftover dredge weapons. That idiot will get himself killed, unless someone helps him!
- I'm sure he'll be fine. Good luck.
- Please help quaggans by clearing undead from these waters!
- The Risen hordes are trying to kill us all. Defend me!
- I'm trying. They won't take your village if I have anything to say about it.
- This one here is out cold. Maybe a bucket of water would do the trick.
- I just wanted to say...thanks. I don't have much to offer in the way of rewards. Just some things I'd rather not see anymore.
- You're welcome, but by the looks of things I didn't make much of a difference.
- Urrr...leave me be.
- Aren't you Agent Cotts, of the Order of Whispers?
- What's wrong with you?
- Shhh! Are you trying to get me killed? These lot aren't supposed to know that the Order has been pulling their strings.
- Sorry. What's happened here?
- I'll just back away quietly, then.
- I'm hurting from trying to keep these privateers in fighting condition. A task that's completely impossible, by the way.
- Keep them in fighting condition for what?
- What's making your task so hard?
- Were you injured?
- I'll leave you be, then.
- All the rum around here turns the privateers into raging lunatics! And Penzan? He's completely oblivious!
- What can I do to whip them back into shape?
- So why all the trouble?
- Maybe someone just needs to take the rum out of the equation.
- This lot needs to be ready to take control of Taidha Covington's pirate armada once we take her out.
- You're planning to replace Covington with the privateer leader?
- Why do you think they won't be ready?
- Good luck. You're going to need it.
- I've just had a little too much rum and—excuse me, I need to be sick.
- Gross.
- Captain Penzan is the only one of Taidha's captains that we could buy off. With our funding, he won't need to plunder.
- This sounds important. What can I do to help?
- Your plan sounds pretty good. What's complicating things?
- If you can find a way to get them on their feet, be my guest. They're all knocked cold or passed out.
- What about you? You don't look so good, yourself.