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- I'm not repairing armor until these jotun are out of here!
- Okay.
- Orrian Bone Ship
- Man
- Jotun Lorekeeper
- Olive Shade Dye[s]
- Olive Ice Dye[s]
- Welcome, Slayer! I don't suppose you've met my sister, have you? Let me introduce you! Please? Before she finds another troublemaker to bring into the lodge?
- What?
- Sorry, I was just passing through.
- (sigh) My sister has decided it's time for her to have a kid, but she's having trouble finding the right father for it. She can't see beyond the muscle. You'd be perfect though!
- I'm not father material.
- Welcome to our lodge. Please make yourself at home. If you need anything, ask me. My sister is a bit...distracted, these days.
- Is she okay?
- Will do.
- Greetings! Welcome to our lodge. Settle in. Make yourself at home. Woo my sister...please.
- I beg your pardon?
- I should be going.
- Physically, yes. But she's acting like she on a deadline to make a baby. Trouble is, she falls in love as often as snowflakes, and not very discriminately.
- Pact Trebuchet
- Accomplished Hunter
- Have you seen any Svanir around here?
- Not myself, though my mate has friends who are Svanir. He's like that—friends with everyone. You'll see.
- I can't wait.
- I hope you learned your lesson.
- All I learned is you're a braying ass. Now go away, my head's killing me.
- You're hopeless.
- Olive Dye[s]
- Well, yeah, that's the way of the norn. And I'll know if you hold back!
- Ok.
- Pact Tank
- Welcome! I'd offer you some ale, but someone I shall not name drank it all...again.
- Risen Replicator
- Who are we not naming?
- Risen Fortification
- Hylek Fireshooter
- That lazy toad my sister has fallen in...love...with. She won't hear any bad about him, but all he does is drink, eat, belch, and complain all day and all night. I can't take much more.
- Sounds painful.
- Asuran Data Pad
- Exploding Fish
- Old Penny Dye[s]
- Old Nickel Dye[s]
- Natural Dye[s]
- This is all my fault. I invited that skritt-head to stay, and now he's making a wreck of the lodge. My brother is going to murder him. I'm running out of places to hide the bodies!
- Let me talk to him.
- My mate has run off to be with his Svanir friends. I have a horrible feeling. Can you go after him? I can't leave the lodge unprotected.
- Your mate is a Svanir?
- Point the way. I'll see what I can do.
- I have other priorities.
- Not exactly. He just has friends who are. I'm worried for him, though. He's so rash and...stupid as a turkey...sometimes.