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- These creatures seem driven by a common purpose.
- One thought unites them: their enduring hatred of the living.
- And yet, each seems to have its own motivations.
- Obviously, they're plagued by never-ending pain and suffering. Sometimes I think our butchery may be mercy.
- Sometimes, you must be cruel to be kind.
- Why do you walk along these troubled and torturous shores?
- I mourn my family, claimed by the waves. I stand vigil in case they return.
- I understand. My love was condemned to Grenth's depths. Death has claimed him, yet still I pray he shall return.
- If my loved ones return from the sea, I must lay their bodies to rest.
- Then that is our lot in life: vigilance in grief.
- Boss! Many men! Many dead men! Yes, yes! The dead walk.
- Calm down. You're back in the colony. Slow down and think.
- I...hear the screeching...of scouts under attack. There's another wave nearby.
- That's better. We'll be ready. Are you gonna twitch and panic, or stand and fight?
- I'll stand and fight.
- For the last time, leave them corpses alone!
- I haven't checked all their pockets!
- Trust me. You don't want to go poking something that bloated.
- Cap'n, some of the men are conspiring against you. There's talk of mutiny!
- Don't worry, lad. I've got another group secretly plotting against THEM! It's under control.
- But what if the crew attacks you?
- I've got a countermove! It involves the cook, the crow's nest, and a crate of jalapeños.
- I don't un—I don't understand, sir.
- No one does! No one but a genius like me! That's why it's insidious! And that's why I'm the captain.
- This is weird. I'm not used to this.
- I know. We're fighting the dead instead of fighting each other.
- Not like when we first crawled out of the pond!
- Don't worry. When this is all over, I'll think of some reason to hate you again.
- Fools! Why must you stand in the way of scientific exploration?
- You mean exploitation.
- Same thing! You are fools! Fools and imbeciles!
- Ahoy! Guess what I just saw?
- Balthazar's beard! What is it now!
- I think I saw a Canthan dressed in black and sneakin' around. I hate those guys.
- That's just yer imagination again. No more grog for you!
- First, the killin'! Then the rum!
- Rum! Rum! Rum makes the pain go away!
- You've had enough rum, lad. Rum and skritt don't mix.
- Some days, I sit and think of new ways to butcher the walking dead. Don't you?
- I've killed the walking dead in every conceivable fashion. Except three. I'm trying to think of more.
- Who's a pretty bird? Squawky wants a cracker!
- So much blood! (Squawk!) So much blood!
- (Squawk!) Please don't eat my eye, bird! Please don't eat my eye, bird!
- Who wants a sausage? Who wants a sausage?
- Pieces of eight! Parrot of hate!
- And to think, miss, we've spent all this time together...never realizing, never...daring to hope.
- Yes, Professor? Is there something you want to ask me?
- Forgive me, but...is there anyone waiting for you back home in Lion's Arch?
- Only my cats! And my rare manuscripts! Why do you ask?
- Well, would you...could you...do me the honor of...helping me clean the substratum of relics?