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• That old doomsayer causing any trouble?
• He makes people uncomfortable, sir, but he's not doing any harm so far.
• Good. If that changes, come get me.
• Auhh! That looked like it hurt.
• Walk it off. You'll be fine. On your way, get someone to clean up your mess, will ya?
• Welcome to our fine settlement. If you like grumpy old zealots, plenty of centaurs, and a good fight or two, you've come to the right place.
• How bad is the centaur problem?
• What do you mean, "grumpy old zealots"?
• Uh, fighting?
• We have a few old timers around here who are stuck in their fantasies of old Ascalon. They don't take too kindly to the treaty, you see. Don't worry. Their bark is worse than their bite.
• The war is over. Maybe they need more time to let it sink in.
• Understood. Thanks for the warning.
• They don't give us as much trouble as they do our neighbors. Small blessings.
• You're happy your neighbors get the brunt of the centaur attacks? That's terrible.
• Interesting, but you mentioned something else.
• We have a little jewel of a fighting pit. Ms. Vonne runs a tight ship, making the fighters keep the violence in the pit. To tell you the truth, her students are quite handy when centaurs show up.
• Amazing! I bet I could clean house over there.
• About those other things.
• A challenge?
• Those are good words to live by, but there's a lot of bad blood here. Some of the old folks had family killed in the war.
• About those other things you mentioned.
• I'm up for any challenge. Let's do it.
• I'm not pleased anyone has to get attacked by centaurs. But if it has to be someone, they've got better defenses and are closer to Divinity's Reach to get resupplied.
• There's something else I want to talk to you about.
• That's still terrible. I'm leaving.
• You should give it a go then. I'm sure they'd be happy to have you.
• All in good time. Now, about those other things you mentioned.
• Brackwater Mask
• Keep your wits sharp. Don't let the centaurs overwhelm you.
• Can do!
• Centaur hoof stew! That's what I'm going to make of your carcasses, you filthy animals.
• Sounds disgusting.
• Those noisy old ladies are always causing trouble. They'll put me in an early grave with all their bickering.
• You can't handle old women? What a sorry excuse for a soldier you are.
• Why are they so rude?
• I guess. There are some in every town.
• Hey, I can handle old ladies. I could take on everyone in town. Well, except maybe the lieutenant and that battleaxe who runs the fighting pit. But anyone else, definitely.
• Tell me about the lieutenant.
• Who runs the fighting pit?
• I'm sure.
• He's a tough guy and a good boss. There's no one else in town I'd want to have my back in a fight. He'll fight to the very end, just like me and maybe that pit fighter.
• Tell me about the pit fighter.
• They really are. Stuck in the past, thinking humans are the only ones worth talking to and that the gods still listen. I'm all for pride, but sometimes people take it too far.
• Maybe they're scared. Time has passed them by. They're clinging to the ways they knew.
• Yeah, well. Some people never learn.
• She's a fiery one. I guess you'd have to be to run a joint like that. She doesn't fight anymore, but I hear she used to be a demon in the pit.
• I'd like to ask another question.
• Perhaps. If more people start thinking that way, Gods help us. The treaty could be jeopardized, and we can't have that—now that the dragons have risen.
• True enough. Good-bye.
• Why, hello there. You look like a brawler. Why don't you step up and show off what you can do in an organized fight?