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- Great. I feel safer already.
- Is it ready?
- Not yet. It's unstable. Unpredictable. Violent.
- Sounds like it's ready to me!
- You think this would be a good spot for a store?
- Are you kidding? We're surrounded by monsters, people getting killed...
- Armies of the dead rising from the grave! Ancient evils spreading chaos and destruction!
- This is the best possible place for a store! We'll sell potions and weapons. We'll clean up!
- We'll make a killing while everyone's killing. We'll make a fortune!
- Did you pack those bags yourself? Have you seen any unattended packages?
- What? Of course I pack my own bags! What are you suggesting?
- Nothing! Nothing! By the way, do you have more than three ounces of potions?
- I've forgotten how much I hate gate travel.
- You see that part I was looking for? It's like a flange, or a dredge gasket.
- It's around here somewhere.
- Everything's around here somewhere.
- Anyone see my pack?
- I think someone took it.
- (Sigh)No honor among thieves, I guess.
- We're not thieves. We're liberators.
- When they see our creation, they'll tremble in fear!
- Our time of vengeance is at hand. Smash. Destroy. Kill!
- Soon, my friend. Soon. We'll bide our time and build our army.
- You planning another raid?
- Yep. Any citizen of Kryta is an enemy of ours.
- Look out, sir! There's a charr nearby!
- Don't worry, sprout. Charr may look tough, but it's an act. All roar, no claws.
- But they're monsters! They'll eat me, won't they? Do they eat vegetables?
- Meat, vegetables, fruit, catnip—but I don't think they'd eat you.
- What? Did you fall off the tree yesterday?
- Certainly not, sir! I fell off the tree five days ago! I fell off a turnip cart yesterday.
- You planning to ambush those patrols?
- That's right. We'll tear down this kingdom one oppressor at a time, if we have to.
- We're still in the borders of Kryta, you know.
- I don't think so. We're born free. It's the kingdom that claims to own us.
- My ingenious weapon of destruction is missing something.
- Spikes? Skulls? A drill?
- No, that's not it! Maybe it just needs a good splatter from the blood of its victims.
- You see any Seraph around here?
- They're outside their jurisdiction. If I see 'em, I'm gonna kill 'em.
- So how do you know where the borders of Kryta are?
- Don't know, don't care. Anywhere I go, I'm free to do as I please.
- I think the skritt are gonna steal stuff from us.
- Then we'll steal it back!
- My new prisoner is beautiful. Her degradation will be my latest masterpiece.
- Don't forget. Leave this one untouched. Unsullied. Unspoiled.
- I don't need to harm her flesh to break her heart.
- We fight well together, ranger.
- I move quick. I strike fast. A thousand blows batter a great oak to splinters.
- Not me. I hit hard. I'll fell an oak with a single blow.