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| Okay, so, anyone
here come from a background with a tradition of spelunking? |
No. Jungle, really.
Plains.Desert.
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Wonderful. Okay, we'll stumble
around for a while, looking for a likely plot device to- |
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| Hold, Woman! |
In the name of any five
randomly selected ancestors, who are you supposed to be? |
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| I am the Black Knight! Tremble with fear, for I am the very force of feudal fury, framed in formidable forged armor. |
Well, it's not impervious to smell, sport. What do you
want from us? |
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| My current employer
desires your return to the lower - |
Wha' th' ...? |
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| Scuse us. Coming through. |
Outta the way, Sparky! |
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| Terribly sorry, can't stop, tactical retreat in progress. |
You mean you're running away? |
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| That's soooooo silly I'm not even going to slow down to
discuss it. |
Down in front! |
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| Watch y' step, uneven dungeon flooring here. |
Hellooo. I'm not one to spread gossip, but if one were
to hear rumors about dragons in the area, I'd suggest giving them a listen. |
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| You're foreign. Are there dragons where your people come
from? I'm looking to relocate to some place dragons aren't. |
Oh, no. No dragons. Well, there is the Thunderbird... |
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| Too close. Movin' on. |
Should we follow them? Do you think they know where they're going? |
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| I think they know where they've been. And it doesn't look
like a lot of fun. |
Right. I think we should follow the knights. Maybe they'll
lead us out, or to some actual rescuers. |
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And, it looks like you're through
using this sword... |
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