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- Yes? What is it?
- Just curious. Who are you?
- I've been to a few of those. What do you think?
- Oh, how splendid. Safe journeys.
- That would be quite unfortunate. I think you'll find this town...less than hospitable to your kind.
- Keep it up. I'll show you less than hospitable.
- I'm done dealing with your kind.
- Perhaps. It's better than sleeping in dirt. At least the walls keep out most of the centaurs. Those filthy animals are exhausting to all of us.
- Have the centaurs attacked you?
- That is a tragedy.
- Well said. This place doesn't hold a candle to the human cities of old. But our time will come again. My ancestors held vast amounts of Ascalonian land. One day, we'll control that land again.
- Wait, don't the charr hold that land now?
- Sounds like a tall order. Good luck with that.
- Yes, mostly of the unwashed and uncouth variety. With my wife away in Hoelbrak, I long for intelligent conversation now and again.
- Why is your wife in Hoelbrak?
- Nice talking to you.
- She's shopping for antiquities. My Lady Sara certainly has an eye for value. I'm sure she'll come back more than successful.
- I'm sure she will.
- Yes. I lost my boy two years ago to the centaur raids. He was a strong and promising young man, a true testament to his bloodline as a descendant of Ascalonian nobility.
- I can do that. Let's go!
- It doesn't matter what those warmongers and murderers think. When the time comes, Ascalon will be ours again. We can bring humanity back to its rightful place in Tyria.
- I'm not sure about that.
- I am Lord Penley Marduke, descendant of the noblemen of King Adelbern's court and husband to Lady Sarah Marduke. I am the owner of this fine estate where you find yourself.
- Where's Lady Marduke?
- Let's see now...12 paces north...because I've been married 12 times... Wait, wait, uh, does Bess count? I don't know about that. She was a little on the flimsy side. Kind of a—kind of a wispy girl...
- Oh, she's traveling abroad to purchase antiquities in order to bring some panache to this squalid hut. Judging from your appearance, style is something you don't appear to be familiar with. Excuse me.
- Don't mind if I do.
- Mind your manners, kitty. There's a treaty on, remember? Begone now. That's a good animal.
- Just keep your distance, mouse.
- Oh, look! It's me First Mate Shane. Say hi, Shane! Ah, don't mind him. He's just the quiet sort. You know...a thinker.
- I am.
- What do you say? Want to dance?
- I'm on it!
- Now, we go left here because ol' Shane had 6 toes on his left foot. Or was it 6 fingers on his right hand? Okay, right it is!
- Yes! I've been itching for a match. You up for a scrap?
- Aaand—oh. This ain't right! This ain't the way at all.
- Must've been six left toes on me first mate. That means we go this way!
- Eight paces west, because Chompy nearly ate me when I first tamed 'im. Are ye laughing?
- Sure, I'll help.
- Are yer legs tired yet? Ya big baby...
- Oh, yer still with me, eh? Not bad, buttercup. Perhaps ye are worthy o' sharing in me spoils! But not me rum! (laugh) (cough)
- To survive this path ye must follow me directions exactly! Now...slooowly inch forward...and... (snore)
- No one can withstand these guns! I'll grind you into the dirt.
- Oh! Uh, uh—w-what? Hug the left wall. Good, good.
- So remember this dead end, for soon YE may be dead...and at yer end...er—or something.
- Careful now! Wouldn't want ye to lose an eye.
- Tread carefully in this chamber, lest ye meet a gruesome— Aha! Right through the gizzard! Remember me to Grenth. (laugh)
- Now, jump! (laugh) Betcha didn't see that one coming, eh? (laugh)
- And...roll forward, now! Wait, where are ye? Oh. Oh, I see. Yer through. I knew ye could make it on yer own!
- Ye may have found me treasure, but ye'll never escape this chamber to spend it! (laugh) Hope ye brought a deck o' cards. Starvation takes a while. (laugh)