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• I'm gonna get you! Raaawr!
• Get away!
• (laughter)
• Fighting bandits is hard work.
• Mmm hmm.
• Enjoying your rations, soldier?
• Mmm hmm.
• Good man. We'll attack the centaurs next.
• Um, I hear my mom calling me.
• Who do you think would win in a fight—Grenth or Melandru?
• Well, Grenth is the god of death, and Melandru is part tree...
• Death...tree...death...tree... Tough call.
• Where do I get food?
• What do you people eat? Dirt? Do you want water? Are you getting enough sun?
• Oh, stop teasing. I want human food. I've never eaten it!
• We've got taverns. Do you eat chicken or fish? Are you offended by salads?
• I can eat what you eat. And there's plenty of sunlight in the city. Thanks.
• Good evening, little lady.
• I've traveled very far to get here. It's very dirty, isn't it?
• Dirty?
• The filth. The crime. The danger! It's nothing like the Grove.
• I extend traditional greetings to you, my friend.
• What?
• I respond with ebullient gratitude for your inquiry as to my status.
• Huh?
• Allow me to note our parting with respectful acknowledgement of your kind interlocution.
• Uh, 'bye.
• Good day to you, madam! Should I be so bold as to introduce myself? Or would you find it overly forward of me?
• What?
• A lovely name! My name is Halan Frohmanj. With an "h." Forgive me for being overly familiar.
• How do you do, Mr. Fromard?
• It's pronounced Frohmanj. The "h" is silent. It is one of the myriad nuances of the Elonian language.
• If you say so, Harlan.
• It's Halan. I am overwhelmed by such linguistic prowess! If you will forgive me, young woman, I must rapidly depart. My studies await!
• Step out for some sunlight once in a while.
• Are you following me?
• I'm protecting you.
• I can take care of myself, thanks.
• Do I have to call the Seraph?
• I'm sick of these high prices. I thought the queen would've won the war by now.
• She's a good woman. Not like the minister.
• Minister Caudecus is a woman?
• Seriously, Queen Jennah's too young for the throne. Minister Caudecus should be in charge.
• We love our queen. You don't? Then get out on the damn battlefield.
• (sigh)
• You all right?
• I've been better.
• Guess who's in town? More charr. And another charr mercenary howling threats at everyone.
• I'm sick of this crap. The charr want to fight on the battlefield, fine. I don't want 'em fightin' in the streets.
• I lost friends to the charr. We don't need bloodshed in the city.