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The half-orc looks across the bones scattered in the grass. "Lend me a hand here. Let's give these jerks a pro
The half-orc is wearing a bright jacket decorated with many badges and patches. She looks around and sighs. "H
The half-orc heaves a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I'm an old man, but I still wish to trample the ground a lit
The half-orc harrumphs brashly in response, but his eyes seem disappointed.
The half-orc grows grim, and his voice becomes dull and soft. "My eldest was a strong one. He could hit an ogr
The half-orc grins happily. "I'm glad I trusted someone like you with my revenge."
The half-orc grins darkly. "Sometimes your subjects make me wonder. They live in the Stolen Lands. They've alw
The half-orc grins and bares her weapons. "Well, let's see how you ask rudely!"
The half-orc grabs you fiercely, painfully, like a drowning man grabs the side of a rescue boat. His body is s
The half-orc frowns and looks away. "I don't know. Just thought I'd do it. I'm just a fool... Thanks for stepp
The half-orc frowns and looks away. "I don't know. Just thought I'd do it. I'm just a fool. I don't know how y
The half-orc freezes for a moment, and then begins to speak again, choosing her words more carefully. "I didn'
The half-orc clings to you, as his fingers stroke your thigh.
The half-orc clings to you tightly.
The half-orc bows to you ceremoniously. "My regards! If it's Desna's will, we will meet again!"
The half-orc bows diligently, trying to adhere to etiquette. "Your Grace, I come bearing gifts. A sign of my g
The half-orc bows diligently, trying to adhere to etiquette. "Your Grace, I come bearing gifts. A sign of my g
The half-orc bites his lip fiercely. "The truth, I guess… What the sober man thinks, the drunkard reveals."
The half-orc becomes gloomy. "How could you! To accuse the agents of the Society of espionage?! We'll not set
The half-orc bares his fangs. "That is how you talk now, wretch! I've wanted to do this for so long..." He cas
The half-orc bares his fangs in a grin of triumph, and raises his hand, lightning sparkling. "I zap thee with
The half-orc approaches you closely, and locks eyes with you. "And what if it's not a joke, huh?"
The half-elf's smile disappears. She puts down her mug firmly on the table. "Regongar, honey! Please try to re
The half-elf's eyes glisten and dance. "Leatherworking, you mean? With pleasure. You see, the trick is to remo
The half-elf takes a step back, obviously frightened. "Hold on, I beg you. Let me at least make a statement in
The half-elf smiles at you. "You're so worried about me... Don't be. In Numeria, Reg and I lived a waking nigh
The half-elf shivers, and freezes like a scared animal. After a pause, he nods slowly and heavily. "As you wis
The half-elf rises to his feet and sighs, putting his clothes in order. "Thank you for allowing me to speak, Y
The half-elf raises his head as you approach, and looks up at you with eyes full of hope.
The half-elf puts his hand on his heart. "I am happy to see you at any time!"
The half-elf puts her hand on his shoulder. "Regongar... Come now, let her go. It's one thing to kill her in b
The half-elf pulls her hand away. "What? I'm not doing anything! So, Reg, what happened next?"
The half-elf patiently motions for silence. "It is true that pirates have taken root along the Pitax River and
The half-elf motions to his sash. "I am the honorable Walsh Celvoway, a magistrate of Pitax, judge of the peop
The half-elf looks worried as she rubs the tattoo on her neck. "I'm sorry for everything that happened in Varn
The half-elf looks shocked and terrified by his circumstance. "You're the local ruler, aren't you? I beg you f
The half-elf livens up. "Oh yes – I'm a master leatherworker, after all! Armor, boots — I make it all. I just
The half-elf is whistling carelessly. He gives you a graceful bow as he sees you. "It's good to see you! How c
The half-elf is clearly embarrassed to be in the palace. He shuffles his feet and bows shyly. "Greetings, Your
The half-elf is clearly embarrassed to be in the palace. He shuffles his feet and bows shyly. "Greetings, Your
The half-elf hesitates. "You see… Right now, we're close to the people. If we put on a uniform, well, they'll
The half-elf hands a wrapped parcel to you. "I personally vouch for its quality. I made it with my own hands,
The half-elf hands a wrapped parcel to you. "I personally vouch for its quality. I made it with my own hands,
The half-elf blushes and bows hurriedly.
The guests listen to your tale with their mouths agape. Irovetti tries to interrupt you, but everyone's attent
The guests greet your playful speech with amiable laughter.
The guards take Ilora away, paying no heed to her screams and curses.
The guards take away Gasperre, who is as pale as a sheet.
The guards take Annamede away, swearing and kicking.
The guards loose a battle cry and attack the crowd. The first blood drops fall to the ground. Carnage is inevi
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