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• That's terrible. Keep working.
• I like it! You'll make a fine poet.
• You're writing poetry in the middle of all this chaos?
• It rhymes, at least.
• Everybody's a critic. You have no sense of poetry.
• Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
• Thanks! Your encouragement is most appreciated.
• Interesting.
• If we let troubles stand in the way of living our lives, of love, and of the poetry in our souls, then we've already been defeated. I, for one, am not ready to lie down and die.
• Good for you! Maybe try the word "part"?
• Wise words. Good-bye.
• Oh, gods. Centaurs are raiding Nebo Terrace again! You have to stop the centaurs before they kill us all. Please! Help us!
• What do you know about the Font of Rhand?
• Hang in there. Good-bye.
• You're a true hero! Go show them that our homes are not their personal stables!
• 15 Slots. Items in this bag will never appear in a sell-to-vendor list and will not move when inventory is sorted.
• Those poor people in Nebo Terrace. They're our only friends and allies around, and they're getting pounded by the centaurs. Gods, send them some help.
• I'll help them. Point the way.
• It's an old tomb where the Flame Legion hides. They created a portal to it when we kicked them out of here. The portal is located to the northeast if you're interested. We'll hold things down here.
• You are a miracle, friend. Look after those good folks.
• I will. Take care.
• Mini Grawl Shaman
• Captain Weyandt
• Got it.
• Ugh, glory be, what are you doing here, you murderous beast?
• At least, I'm not a tiny, brittle old hag, like you!
• No need for insults. We have a common goal, and the treaty ensures our cooperation.
• Thank you! It was a lot of research and hard work. Though, I must admit, I had an amazing krewe working with me on it. The Wikki Krewe. Astounding teamwork.
• Why, hello there. You look like you've got a strong back. You could be of good use against the centaurs.
• Are they much of a problem around here?
• Thanks, but I should be going.
• Oh, hello. You're an odd one, aren't you.
• Norn are not odd.
• Compared to the limited racial scope of your city, I suppose I an outlier.
• Different? Yes, but only because you have only one kind of blossom for your tree.
• As are you.
• Bad as centaurs, you are. Treaty or no, I'll never trust the likes of you.
• I don't want your trust.
• More than a problem, let me tell you. Lousy fleabags tromp around, throwing axes and thinking they own the place. And they don't stop for little old ladies who are crossing the thoroughfare either.
• Think ye have the cunning and strength to get through me traps? Do so, and ye can have a share of me plunder.
• Norn, hrm? Well, can't say I've seen much of your type around here.
• There doesn't seem to be much of any type around here, except human.
• We're Ascalonians. We preserve the old ways, and this city reflects those honored times. Other races have no place here.
• Strident! Bold! Ha, you sound like norn whether you know it or not.
• That Queen Jennah's a fool, and her treaty would be best used as a tea strainer. We true Ascalonians know you for the treasonous, vile creatures you really are.
• I can see you are set in your ways. I'll be leaving now.
• You've got a set of flappers on you, don't you? What, you think your jibber-jabber means anything to the rightful heirs of Ascalon?
• Flappers? Jibber-jabber? Oh yes, the proud Ascalonian line is safe in your wise hands.
• One blossom? You got moss for brains? Wait, maybe you do. Look at all the leaves on you. Like a talking tree or a ditzy shrub. Now, I've seen everything.
• And yet you live in such a narrow garden, believing some sprouts are better than others.