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• Soldiers? I love soldiers! Some of my best customers are soldiers. Can I interest you in some fine Lion's Arch rum, Legionnaire?
• Not right now. I'm on business.
• By all six gods! What's going on?
• Like I said: business. Charr business.
• What's wrong with you soldiers? This is the frontier! Nobody risks the rum supply.
• I've got more important things to worry about than your rum, mouse.
• I heard it can get real crazy real fast in the charr hinterlands. I wanted to see a full-on brawl, but so far, no luck.
• Stick around. Your luck is about to change.
• That's more like it! Keep it up. This will be a great story to tell my kids!
• Keep your head down or they'll be telling it at your wake.
• What a fight! What a show! Thanks for making this the best vacation ever!
• Clearly you haven't been to Meatoberfest. If you like carnage, you should check it out.
• We've been out here for two days and my wife's getting bored. Where does a visitor have to go to see some action?
• Plant your feet and duck your head. Action's on the way.
• Whoa! I saw a bar brawl in Hoelbrak once, but it wasn't like this! Norn brawls have less growling, but more singing.
• That was amazing. Do things like that happen all the time around here?
• Depends on how bored everyone is. And how much rum they've had. See you around.
• Suspicious Scrapper
• Suspicious Scrapper
• Rum Merchant
• Norn Tourist
• Norn Tourist
• Ho there! My mate and I were hoping to see some ghosts on this trip. Any idea where we might find some?
• Around here? Can't throw a rock without hitting a ghost.
• You there! Soldier! I have a question. What is this "Meatoberfest" and how do we get in on it?
• It's a feast. Happens every year. Stick around charr long enough, and you'll see it.
• I'll let you do the talking.
• As I expected. Stand by. This shouldn't take long.
• I don't like you running off alone with these idiots.
• They're no threat to me. I'll meet you back at the Citadel.
• It's all right. But if I don't come back, hunt these morons down and bleed 'em dry.
• Head back to the barracks and relax. There's some brandy under my bunk. Help yourself.
• Don't worry, Clawspur. Nothing they can do will stop me from coming back.
• You die, they die. Got it.
• Perfect. See you soon.
• Understood. But I still don't like it.
• You have your orders. I'll see you soon.
• Brandy, hm? Okay, if you say so. Orders are orders, right?
• Right. You have yours, now carry them out. See you soon.
• You are delusional.
• Birthday—Year 10
• Welcome back, Legionnaire. Did you get what you were after?
• Yes. I'm about to brief Tribune Brimstone.
• Tribune Brimstone has taken quite a shine to you. And it'll be good for him to get out and stretch his muscles. But tell me: how were the scrappers?
• Easy. We explained our position and were more than happy to do as we asked.
• I got my key back, but it took some hard work. I had to fight a herd of ghost cows.
• I did. Thanks.
• You beat them senseless, didn't you? Hey, if you got results, that's what matters. Good luck with the treasure!
• Ghost...cows? You're pulling my leg, but if not: that's hilarious. And disturbing. Good luck with the treasure!
• So, we're all set. Two halves make a whole. What's next?