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• Oh. Yes. Sure. I'll get right on that.
• Cap'n! What would you have me do next?
• Take care of that boat-sailing thingamajib the first mate's blathering about. I've got another caper to mastermind!
• I feel bad for those Priory scribes slaving away in Lion's Arch. Here we have sun! Rum! Adventure!
• I know! Just the other day, I found some pottery shards, some naturally fermented seaweed, and a new subspecies of mollusk!
• Wow. It sounds far more exciting the way YOU describe it.
• The dead walk the earth once more...and we shall destroy them!
• Your flesh rots! Your meat withers! The soil will claim your soul!
• Can we outrun the dead men?
• Don't have to run faster than them. Only have to run faster than you.
• You should take one of these women as your wife!
• You fool! I'll settle down and marry after I'm done pillaging...and I'll never be done pillaging!
• The courier is ready, sir. He needs to know the next part of your scheme.
• The plan is simple. Seven more abductions, then a series of letters carried by four different messengers.
• Where am I sending him?
• Ah, yes. Carry out segment seventeen of the Omega Initiative! And swab the deck, while you're at it!
• Aye aye, sir. Segment seventeen engaged!
• Harr. I love it when a plan comes together.
• Any sign of those dastards from Lion's Arch?
• Aye, sir! We've heard tell of their navy patrolling to the north.
• Very well! After a sumptuous repast and a snifter of cognac, we'll send another ship to the north!
• Aye aye, Captain!
• What do you think we should do with our prisoners when we're done with 'em?
• I get dibs on his fingers! Chop me a finger, huh?
• No, lad! No mutilation. Not this time.
• Where are the dead? How many? Where are they?
• Don't know. Still counting.
• Count faster.
• What's with all this waiting? Standing around! Chatterin' like parrots! Taidha's plans are too complicated.
• It's not complicated, lad. The world is simple. Survival of the fittest. Kill the weak, so the strong become stronger.
• What does the Hydra Queen want us to do?
• Don't you worry about that, lad. I'll tell you who ta kill...and you kill 'em. Kill 'em for Taidha!
• Harr. 'Tis a fine job. Is it wrong that I like killin' so much?
• Not at all. We're at the top o' the food chain. We are predators, and they are naught but prey.
• My queen! The eggs are in danger. There's more walking dead.
• Our progeny will prevail! We are belligerent and numerous. Our enemies don't have a chance.
• But how will we defeat them?
• You forget. We are hylek! Even the lowliest spawn knows: a big stick crushes a weak skull.
• Where do they all come from? When will the dead stop walking?
• Sailors lost to the seas, Orrian ancestors, decayed husks. All would gladly feast upon our flesh.
• But why are they here?
• I believe the answers are found in Orr. That island is a kingdom of the dead, now ruled by forces outside our ken.
• Perhaps the answers are only found in death.
• And every night, I pray for those revelations.
• Ahoy, mate! D'ye think those asura could put a metal plate in me skull?
• What nonsense are ye blatherin' about now?
• If I had a metal plate in my head, I'd never get stabbed in the brain again!
• Okay, lad. We'll get you a metal plate. Maybe the voices will stop.
• Aye. The voices tell me to kill.
• The walking dead are so slow! We can easily swarm them.