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• Give us a good show.
• Place your bets.
• Clean up in lane six!
• Ha! Listen to that metal twist.
• Drag that thing to the scrapyard.
• What's with the face? You look like you've never seen a charr in a homestead before.
• I've just never seen a charr herd dolyak.
• Splendid Chest
• I will follow your lead.
• It's no big deal. 'Bye.
• I wrangled marmoxes back in Diessa Plateau. Dolyaks are hairier and smellier but more or less the same.
• How did you end up here?
• I suppose so.
• The Molten Alliance burned down my outpost, killing my warband. I became a gladium and a refugee. The Citadel treated me like scum, so I came here. In Cragstead, I'm respected. I'm equal.
• Why Cragstead over Southsun Cove?
• Yes. Very much yes.
• That cannot be.
• (laugh) Incorrigible.
• Proceed in that direction.
• I hate sand. Mats up my fur, makes me sweat. Plus, Cragstead brews its own specialty beer. It's no charr whiskey, but that stout of theirs smacks of home.
• I see. Good-bye.
• Mithril Bludgeon
• Elder Quarterstaff
• Um...hmmm.
• What happened here?
• What? Oh.
• You have a nice face.
• Many thanks.
• Thanks.
• The mucking Molten Alliance dropped in through their portals and almost leveled our homestead. Lots of my friends died in the fight.
• Such a shame.
• Sorry for your loss.
• Great. I've been helping Yngvi. We've got new folks moving in, too, refugees from all around. And did I tell you I found Ottilia?
• Oh joy!
• Excellent.
• A passel of dredge and Flame charr decided it was a good idea to join forces. They built up weapon caches, then started taking territory without mercy. We stopped them, so don't worry.
• Who knows? I find it hard to believe they came up with the idea themselves. Neither group is the first of the litter to find the teat, if you know what I mean.
• I hear you.
• Very good. We found each other in Hoelbrak after the fighting had ended. We traveled back to Cragstead together.
• Nicely done.
• She sent a message saying she'd like to see me, but I don't see the point. Why now, after all these years? Has she gotten tired of fighting dragons? I doubt it.
• Well, if it isn't my friend %str1%. I'm happy to see you. Look around! We've done some work on rebuilding Cragstead.
• I see that. How are you?
• Have you seen your mother?
• So I see. Be well, my friend.
• Maybe, but I have to fight my own fights. I can't fight hers. She left to fight them, and she can have them!
• Don't even think about it.
• I believe it's time to go.
• You have forced my hand.
• I don't know.