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- Good to know, sir. I'll get to work.
- The Flame Legion attacked you inside the citadel? I'm less concerned that they wanted your weapon, and more concerned about how they got here. I'll have to have a word with Tribune Desertgrave.
- Sir? Who would you say are our most dangerous enemies? The Flame Legion or the Ascalonian ghosts?
- Glad to see you. The ghosts hit us so fast, it was all we could do to dig in here.
- I'd like to take credit for all these dead ogres, but they were like this when we got here.
- Thank you for your time, Tribune Brimstone. I'll see you at the weapons test.
- Both of them are dangerous, but in different ways. Which do you want to know about?
- Thank you, Tribune. Sire or no sire, I'll make sure justice is served.
- On second thought, never mind. Thank you for your time, Tribune Brimstone.
- Ghosts come back after just a day or so, tiring out our troops in an unbreakable cycle. We can never permanently defeat them. It's a war of attrition—and we're losing. Your musket may provide the advantage we need to finally start gaining headway.
- I hope so, sir. Can I ask you another question?
- Yes, sir. See you on the battlefield.
- Interesting. I'd like to hear some of your secrets. Later.
- That could be useful. I'll come by to debrief you later.
- Absolutely. What's your query, soldier?
- I'm so excited, I feel like my ears are going to fall off! Are you really ready to make the Ghostbore musket?
- I sure am. Hey, you scrounged up that ammo pretty quick. How'd you manage it?
- Now I just need to put it all together.
- The Blood Legion "volunteered" it. After a little convincing.
- Convincing? Dinky...
- That is one serious ghost-killer! Ghost putter-downer? You know, I've never been sure. What do you call it when you kill something that's dead?
- I don't think there's a good word for it. If you think of something, let me know. I'll get to crafting.
- Even if your teeth are dull with age, your mind is keen. You have more knowledge about fighting ghosts than half the legion combined. You'd be an asset to our warband, Fyon.
- I can't let you give up, soldier. Not after a lifetime of service.
- This warband is headed for glory, Fyon. I want you to be a part of that.
- No need to sweet talk me, sir. I'm no spring moa, and I can smell dolyak dung a mile off. Still, I like you, so I'll give it a try.
- As—a—reaper, you're—a—keeper.
- You're right, boss. I wanna die the way I lived—kicking and screaming all the way.
- Glory's no good in the grave...but I'm still kicking. So I'll join you.
- Shouldn't you be down on the battlefield? This is the sniping range, right?
- Right. I'm on my way.
- We did it! Well done, Legionnaire %str1%!
- Steelbane can eat my furballs! We're a hundred times the warband he would have made!
- We are, and we'll keep getting better. Count on it!
- Three cheers for Blood Legion and for our legionnaire!
- Thanks. I really appreciate that.
- You've done great, Legionnaire %str1%. I'm proud to serve with you.
- Hell of a fight. Reminded me of the glory days of my youth.
- Those days aren't gone yet, Fyon. The best is yet to come.
- Lightbringer Rifle
- Norgu's Gloves
- Tahlkora's Gloves
- Lightbringer Hammer
- I sure did. Take care.
- Kill the Corrupted High Priestess
- Drum #2
- Don't just stand there gawping, grab a power matrix! I need to get this suit back in operation.
- Where can I get a power matrix?
- Why don't you just hop out of the suit?
- See those power inverters over there? They dispense power matrices. Grab one and bring it to me so I can get to work.