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• What's the matter? Don't you know what he said he would do to you? Are you chicken?
• She said you got no guts. Care to prove her wrong?
• Okay, okay. I give! I was just trying to have some fun.
• You'll pay for that insult!
• Not enough snow for me.
• Ow! Hey, fight fair, you lout.
• Okay, enough! I yield.
• Ha! You remember how I said I yielded? I lied.
• Hey, I was just over by the bar, and I heard that guy talking crap about you. Says he could take you with one hand tied behind his back.
• Oh, he does, does he? Where does he get off?
• Crusader Rowen
• He was pretty convinced. In fact, he and all his friends were bad-mouthing you. And your mother.
• That's it! No one brings my ma into this.
• Please stop! There's no need for this brutality!
• Oh. Um, hello. We...we're short on spirits at the moment. Can I offer you some sylvari nectar instead?
• What! No spirits? What kind of tavern is this?
• Crusader Deeta
• My shipment is late, that's all! If you'd just be patient, I'm sure we could—
• Enough. Give me whatever swill you have that can quench a thirst. (grumble)
• The siege weapons—they're our only hope!
• Okay, okay. That's it. I hope you've learned your lesson.
• I don't think he...
• And you! Keep your mouth shut. You've caused enough trouble for now.
• Midnight Green Dye[s]
• Midnight Rose Dye[s]
• Foo, as quaggans say! My patrons have turned on me! I need help getting them under control. A handful of instigators are causing all the ruckus. Put them down, and the rest should fall in line.
• W-why are you talking to me? Don't you see all these squicky skritt? Stop them!
• Show me the troublemakers!
• Welcome to the Four Winds tavern! The only place to find beverages from all across Tyria! Can I quench your thirst with something exotic?
• Yeah, let me see.
• Ugh, I think I might vomit. But don't worry about me. Go destroy that ship!
• Deliver supplies to Zephyr Sanctum for Trader Owens.
• If you're sure.
• Zephyr Sanctum Mooring
• Take supplies from the dolyak and deliver them to Trader Estelle at the base of the Zephyr Sanctum's mooring.
• Goods Delivered
• Supplies spoil in: %str1%
• Trader Owens
• Yeah, I can do that.
• Ever since our ship fell from the sky, we've had to stay on alert to defend ourselves against skritt, Inquest, crazed wildlife, and now—Aspects preserve us—Mordrem.
• Sounds rough. Why stay?
• I've seen worse.
• Just makin' a pit stop.
• Hey there! You look capable of carrying a burden.
• Take some of the supplies from my dolyak here, and run them up to Zephyr Sanctum before they spoil, okay?
• Now, just like we practiced, yeah? Everything is going to be fine. Just remember not to look down!
• Come on, girl. You can do it!
• Ohhh. We've got to move! We've got delicate goods here that can't wait.
• We were fortunate to have invited such skilled passengers among us, though I would understand if our guests don't feel fortunate to have been aboard our ship.
• I should never have put you in this position. What am I going to do now?