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Dialogue
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Music: "Source Hall"
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- Wolf's Eye Skirmisher: Hrrrkk!
- Wolf's Eye Skirmisher: Damned...snake...
- As the Wolf's Eye collapses to the ground, part of his gauntlet begins to crumble away.
- Underneath the metal, the skin has been grotesquely charred with sickly veins inching along the joints of the fingers.
- Naga Warrior: Know your place, mnahn'!
- Naga Warrior: Hafh'drn, the wolves are slain.
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- Saerenthis: Good.
- Saerenthis: Now...land-walkers, care to enlighten me of this mess you find yourselves in?
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- The frazzled, weary human soldiers raise their weapons halfheartedly at this new threat.
- Human Lieutenant: Y-You're...the serpent-men of the West...
- Human Lieutenant: What do you want with us?
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Music: "Overcome"
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- A hysterical soldier suddenly collapses to his knees.
- Human Soldier: By the King, what have we done to offend the gods?!
- Human Soldier: What have we done to deserve this fate?!
- Human Soldier: Our Champion—turned—
- Human Soldier: How could he...burn it all...?
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- Saerenthis: This champion you speak of...wouldn't happen to be a man named Baelfyr, would he?
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- Human Lieutenant: How did you...
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- Saerenthis holds up a hand in a gentle, reassuring manner.
- Saerenthis: That need not concern you.
- Saerenthis: What's more important is...we do not intend to add to your woes, *friends*.
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- Saerenthis: Treachery. Betrayal. Blood.
- Saerenthis: No sane living creature wishes for such a world of conflict.
- Saerenthis: We, the Naga, are no different.
- Saerenthis leans forward and brings his hand up to the lieutenant's face, his bright green eyes filled with concern.
- Saerenthis: How weary you are, child! You have suffered far too much.
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- Saerenthis: Come, you may find respite here, with us. Our Deep Goddess gladly welcomes all.
- Saerenthis: Look into my eyes, grah'n.
- Saerenthis: Return to the gentle embrace of the seas.
- Saerenthis: Let my voice soothe you, and give you rest...
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- Enticed by the High Priest, the soldiers shuffle into the midst of their serpent hosts,
- and with weary feet, make their way toward the temple resting atop the waves.
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