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• Yeah. Take what you need.
• (sigh) I'm sick of the smell.
• What?
• Death. This place reeks of it.
• I miss the smell of a woman. You know, the perfumed fragrance of a nice, clean, manicured lady like—
• Good ol'...what's-her-name.
• You knew her, too?
• We need more troops, but we're not going to get them.
• Where are the soldiers from Lion's Arch? If we fall, don't they know that they're next?
• Lion's Arch isn't a human city anymore. I don't expect them to do a damn thing.
• It's over.
• I'm sick of your complaining! We're here to fight! We're here to win!
• You know anyone back home, soldier? You give up, and they're done for!
• Children killed! Homes burned! Is that what you want?
• Didn't think so.
• I can't believe the lowlife scum you see on the road.
• Did you see that guy pretending to be a preacher? He's fleecing his flock for money.
• That's low. So what'd you get off him?
• His coin purse and a dagger. I can pawn the blade back in town.
• Something bothering you?
• Mind your own damn business.
• You find out anything useful?
• Everyone wants to know if the front is moving. They want to know about the caravans.
• Did you lie?
• I told them we're holding the line and that supplies are on the way.
• Good job.
• We're done for.
• We're not dead yet. Hang in there.
• I think we've got more on the way.
• Let 'em come. I'll kill 'em all.
• What's the word from the front? Or are you too busy malingering to find out?
• We watch, and we wait. When the two-legs come, we will strike.
• Are you the new commander?
• I'm the one who caves in your skull if you don't do your job.
• I could slay more centaurs with a bow than you could with a hammer.
• A bold claim! I can crush half a pride of those cowardly ponies with one swing.
• That's nothing. I can pierce a centaur's eye from half a league!
• I hear something.
• What is it now? A secret message from a bird? Profound insight from a falling leaf?
• Laugh while you can. I am more worried about what is hiding in the woods.
• Relax. We will shoot whatever you spot.
• No matter how they hard they try, they die.
• The two-legs are persistent. They are eager to join their kind in the Mists.
• I almost pity them.
• Pay attention. There are lives on the line.
• Quiet. Something is not right.
• I do not know what to make of it.
• We get what we want out of the arrangement. Otherwise, there would be bodies on the pyre.
• Do not speak of this deal with the two-legs any further.
• You doin' okay?