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• You're a fool. Rock tears through paper!
• Is this like those rock-cutting scissors you had yesterday?
• They were really good scissors! And this is a really heavy rock. You lose!
• You're crazy. If I didn't love you so much, I'd ditch you in centaur country.
• You just love me for my rock-cutting scissors. I win again.
• I can't take my job anymore. I need another beer.
• At least you have a job. You could be starving.
• Or I could be on the front lines. I get it. But I'm not going to work tomorrow until I'm good and drunk tonight.
• Fair enough. You get this round. You're the one with the job.
• Bartender, two more. Make 'em tall, just like my problems.
• Hey, you from around here?
• We're all from somewhere else, but Divinity's Reach is home.
• I never thought of it that way.
• This place is nothing like home. It's just too big.
• Where should we go next? Carnival in the Commons? The No-Man Band? You wanna look at the queen's palace?
• I want food, and I want a place to sleep. Clean clothes would be great.
• It's all huge buildings and rude people. I don't think they have much in the way of charity.
• Nice weather.
• We need rain. It's easier to pick off our little equine friends when they're tromping around in the mud.
• We could snap their chain of command if we could send someone in deep enough.
• Easier to hide in rain and fog than beneath a cloudless sky.
• Hey, I like sunny days. See you around.
• How're you doing?
• The usual. Drinking and fighting.
• Brawling isn't ladylike.
• Them's fightin' words.
• Oh, right! Then let me buy you a drink.
• Finally, a guy who understands me. I'll meet you at the bar after I've killed a few bandits.
• You think they're getting closer to the city gates?
• I don't know. Centaurs keep moving the front line.
• How long can they keep sending reinforcements? Where are they coming from?
• Somewhere north. I don't see the battles, just the bodies. I'm sick of all this death.
• We need fresh food. We need caravans. And we need to hit the centaurs so hard they never come back.
• We kill a commander one day, and the next their scouts are at our gates. The war could go either way.
• All we can do is tend to the wounded. Bury the dead. Can't give up.
• My sister's getting married again.
• Stranger things have happened. Like necromancy.
• She's marrying a bard, the guy with the pan flute who plays drinking songs.
• I can accept the dead returning to life, but marrying a musician makes no sense whatsoever.
• We have some questions.
• Is there something wrong?
• We're looking for a woman. Early thirties. Long blonde hair, fair skin. Very tall. Scar on her jaw. You see anything?
• She works for me. Haven't seen her for a few days. Does this have something to do with the queen?
• You see her again, you tell us right away.
• I'll keep an eye out. I'm just glad someone's looking for her.
• Necromancers dress like freaks. They smell like freaks!
• I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those outfits.
• Was that supposed to be a joke?
• Maybe.
• Her manners are atrocious. Don't get me started on her kids, either.