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• Never mind. Let's move out.
• That's sad to hear. C'mon. Let's move out.
• Let's get to business. I'll meet you at the scrapyard.
• It's bom...bomb...bombastic! Right? Makes a big explosion?
• Thanks, Dinky. Hey, can I ask you something else?
• Do you think we might lose? I, for one, choose optimism until the day it becomes folly.
• Gluttony
• Tell me about the Iron Legion, and Tribune Goreblade?
• The faster we find those plans, the faster we can get back to fighting.
• I like that plan. Hey, I've got some questions.
• Sounds good to me. Let's move out.
• Burn my hide! Flame Legion? Inside the citadel? What in the name of Scorchrazor were they doing here?
• I don't know. Let's hurry up and move out.
• Hey, can I ask you some questions.
• Get a move on. I'll meet you outside the junkyard.
• Hang on. I've got some questions.
• After you went in, some stupid, self-absorbed dolyak-face of a centurion split us up. Dinky went down first, then Reeva was surrounded. I tried to help her, but I was...too late.
• Actually, never mind. Let's get going.
• My money's on us.
• Let's get down to business. I'll meet you at the scrapyard to get the musket parts.
• Poor Howl. C'mon. We should get going.
• This statue seems different. Sacred, somehow...or maybe just a little shinier. As you approach, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched.
• Leave the statue alone.
• Heck of a good design—even the Flame Legion knows it. The better we kill ghosts, the more we can focus on killing Flame zealots. They don't like that. Heh.
• Iron Legion rules Ascalon since we retook our ancient homeland. Tribunes like Goreblade serve our Imperator, Smodur the Unflinching, as the generals of the Iron Legion army.
• Got it. Can I ask you another question?
• Good to know. Let's move out.
• I've got another question for you, Mav.
• Flame Legion? Infiltrating the citadel? That's terrible! What if they see me in the shower?
• I think that's the least of their concerns. Let's go.
• Hey, Mav? I have some questions.
• Race you to the wrecking yard!
• Hang on a second, I want to ask you a question.
• Step lively, soldier. Everyone either contributes to or undermines our success. There is no middle ground.
• C'mon. Let's move out.
• It's excellent. You've designed a good weapon there. I can't wait to be seen using it.
• Hey, Mav? Another question.
• Yes, sir.
• All right, then. Let's move out.
• Oh! We've got to find those plants. Quickly! It's our warband's only hope.
• It'll be okay. We'll find them.
• Flame Legion? Inside the citadel? Oh, no! Do you think they were after my secret meat muffin recipe?
• I doubt it. Let's get these plans back to the tribune.
• I don't know, but we'll find out. Hey, one more question...
• I think I remember where the wrecking yard is. I'll meet you there!
• Meet you there.
• We were too spread out, and ghosts were everywhere. We couldn't handle it. The others... When we saw what was happening, Euryale told me to run. The last thing I saw was the ghosts cutting her down.
• Never mind. Let's get going.
• True, true. Let's get going.
• Poor Howl. C'mon. Let's move out. We've got work to do.