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• Fine enough to keep out two-legged pests.
• You better leave. They could be here any moment.
• Leave the fighting to us. If you hurry, you might make it to Divinity's Reach.
• Not me. I'm the greatest warrior to ever swing a scythe.
• We can't force you to leave, but we can't guarantee your safety, either. Remember that.
• I lost my farm, but not my pride! I'll mulch 'em into fertilizer! I'll poke 'em with my pitchfork!
• You should've seen the look in his eyes. The man wanted to kill me.
• I don't blame the guy. I'd kill you if you came within a shout of my daughter.
• Daughter? You're not even married.
• If I had one. I was speaking hypothetically.
• Whatever. The point is her father never liked me. It was doomed from the start.
• Kinda like us and the centaurs?
• Worse. Take my advice: never mess with a farmer's daughter.
• I wish those pesky two-legs would just accept it. This land is ours.
• Tired of fighting?
• Are you not?
• We need the villagers to head south. The fighting's gonna get worse.
• I was born here, and I'll die here.
• You'll die here if you stay.
• What do we need supplies for, anyway?
• The healers need them. We must tend to the injured.
• Why do we not just loot the two-legs for their medicines?
• Because we are not hairless apes, scrawny twigs, or overgrown alley cats.
• I'm so damn hungry. I can't hold out much longer.
• We'll eat soon. Don't give up.
• For all your treachery and deceit, you fight well.
• I take that as a compliment.
• Pack feeling a bit heavy?
• No more than I can shoulder. Doing my part.
• I think some of us are doing more than our part.
• I'm used to it. Life doesn't change much, does it?
• Why did you stop?
• I smell food.
• Finish the rounds first.
• This is not from our camp. It smells different.
• Oy! You doin' okay?
• I appreciate your concern, but I'm quite well, thank you.
• Just watchin' your back, friend.
• Right. We're all in this together.
• We should get as far away as we can.
• How can you say that? This land is ours!
• The farm was owned by some landed gentry in Kryta. My life is all I have.
• You think we can make it to Lion's Arch?
• I'd rather die trying than stay here.
• Arrogant bastards.
• They crack the whip, and we pull the cart.
• I would rather face the two-legs than another egotistical Modniir.
• Mad Scientist Tork
• ...reconstruct the energy matrix to a tolerance outside the sunlight frequencies...
• You fools! Why do you destroy what you cannot understand?