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• Well, ain't you full of fire and stupid. I had a good, long career, and now I've settled in with a job that suits me. Think all old charr get put out to pasture? No way, no how, not me.
• My apologies. Maybe you can answer something for me.
• Keep fighting! Without the personnel carriers, we won't be able to hold them.
• The personnel carriers have been destroyed! Fall back!
• Tribune Goreblade's one of several Iron Legion tribunes in the citadel. We get more'n most, because Iron rules these lands. The other two legions are just our guests, invited here to share the fun of rooting out those blasted humans.
• Calm down. We need to handle this quick and quiet—the Ash Legion way. Follow Sicaea, and I'll meet you at the Ruins of Rin.
• Hang on. I just got the creeps. Something's wrong here, I can smell it.
• Let's proceed carefully.
• I knew it! Get 'em!
• Agreed!
• Right. Go with Sicaea, and I'll meet you at the Ruins of Rin.
• Tribune Desertgrave is going to be so pleased. I can't wait to hear how happy she is with us!
• Keep an eye out, Reeva. Something here feels wrong.
• Flame Legion? What are they doing here?
• Don't ask questions! Just fight!
• We will. Follow Sicaea. I'll meet you at the Ruins of Rin.
• Hang on. The second-in-command has the magic thingy, or the second-in-command IS the magic thingy?
• The first. He's got it, and he's about to be dead.
• We got the key!
• Now, to get our tribune out alive.
• Smush them!
• Griefblade let his own soldiers die, just so he could get away! Why does anybody work for this guy?
• He won't have to worry about finding new recruits when he's dead. Come on, Dinky.
• Magic key to open the door, eh? That's heavy-duty warding magic. I'm surprised these idiots are that competent.
• They're just competent enough to be annoying. Come on, let's move out.
• That's the key, all right. It should be safe to open the door. No promises about safety on what happens after that.
• Heh, got it. Thanks for the advice.
• Kill them!
• I look forward to finding this Trybulus Griefblade and setting him on fire.
• You'll get your chance. Count on it.
• Let me know if you need a distraction. I'm glad to rush right out there while you murder them in the back.
• Very brave of you, Mav. Thanks...I think.
• That's it? That's the key? I was expecting something...magic-ier.
• This is all we need. Let's get in there and rescue Torga.
• Hit 'em! Hit 'em!
• I am!
• That guy just sacrificed loyal troops to save his own neck. You wouldn't do a thing like that, right?
• No way, buddy. I need you to carry my gear!
• This place is creepy. It sends chills up and down my tail. Let's get the tribune and get out of here.
• We'll find her. Just stay close.
• We got the key! Now to get inside the stronghold.
• We can do it. Let's move out.
• I'll defend you!
• That Trybulus Griefblade is horrible. Ugly, mean, and psychopathic. I'm usually forgiving, but I think we should stab him in the face.
• He won't get away with this. Count on it.
• Drive off the pirates and rescue their prisoner.
• Free the prisoner.
• Cast a fireball that explodes on impact and hits multiple foes.
• Clear out the remaining pirates.
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