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• To Lion's Arch as well. My son has decided he wants to be a necromancer.
• Necromancer? They're horrid and creepy.
• Aye! We're taking him to military school where they'll beat the notion from his head.
• Where are you headed, my dear?
• I'm going to Lion's Arch, ma'am. My father has arranged a marriage for me there, to a merchant.
• A merchant? Well, a girl with your beauty was fated to find a wealthy husband.
• I smell humans.
• If you see any, pave the trail with their trampled bodies.
• We fight to get the loot; we carry it. How come the captain keeps most of it?
• The captain's gain is also ours. Without him, there'd be no loot at all.
• I'd like a bigger share of the loot and a smaller share of the blisters.
• Be glad the captain doesn't give you a bigger share of his boot.
• My mother says necromancers are evil, but I don't believe her. I think they're humongously incredible.
• They summon all these spooky undead minions. And they get to wear the best armor, all black and ghastly.
• Undead things are just so humongously awesome! Mostly just when they're on your side, though.
• I take it you want to be a necromancer when you grow up!
• Humongously, yeah!
• If there weren't such a high chance she'd be dead tomorrow, I'd find me a woman to court.
• Unless those reinforcements get here, we may all be dead tomorrow.
• Do you think the humans will ever mount a serious counterattack?
• Heh! With only two legs? They will never get near us.
• We have nothing to fear from the dredge philosophy of interreliance!
• Their philosophy doesn't scare me. Your stupidity does.
• Did you hear? Some of the captives tried to escape on foot.
• On foot? How far did they get?
• About as far as I can spit.
• I heard there is rich farmland to the southeast.
• A scout told me that area is overrun with pirates.
• You ever killed one of these humans they call pirates? They're tough.
• If any get in our way, we will trample them.
• Speaking of which, I wonder when we will attack Lion's Arch.
• We can't focus on building ourselves up until we ensure no one else can tear us down.
• We can do both. The tools of the mine are also the tools of war.
• He's right! Tonight we bury our picks and hammers in human skulls!
• That is not what I meant!
• Where'd you bury your patrol partner?
• Ha! Same place I'm going to bury you. Some of us don't need a partner.
• Hail! Any news?
• They finally figured out they can't win against us.
• Let's hope they're right.
• Hello there. How's your sister?
• Terrible. She's marrying a complete idiot.
• All this collecting tolls and ransoming is too much like work.
• Digging for treasure and killing people seems far more labor-intensive to me.
• Maybe. But digging and killing for loot is a lot more direct.
• Ah! That's called "cutting out the middleman."
• Now the locals can stop crying that we never send help.
• It won't matter. Ask how much they need, and they always say "more."
• The southern road is vulnerable. We need to claim it.
• We will.