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We best keep a low profile, by helping out. |
Okay. What should we do? |
Er, and now? |
Lady Moonberry: We need to look like we belong, so you're going to put your fabulous acting skills to use! |
Lady Moonberry: We'll ask if anyone has seen Huln. He's sure to stick out like a broken twig around here! |
Cudgelface: You just worry 'bout them keen-eyed ones. They'll see through you right quick. |
Agitated Stoneborn: The intruder? Why do you want to know? |
Cudgelface: Well... we're the cleanin' crew obviously! Interrogatin' 'em trespassers makes a mighty mess, doesn't it? |
Agitated Stoneborn: Then you will have no shortage of work. I have never seen the Stonewright so furious. |
Lady Moonberry: No! We have to hurry! |
Lady Moonberry: So... how exactly does this work? |
Cudgelface: Well, you see the fangs make 'em face what put 'em in Revendreth. |
Lady Moonberry: Tell me about the bad stuff you did! Or else! |
Wrathful Soul: Never! |
Cudgelface: Er, not quite. This place is about Wrath. Anger! |
Lady Moonberry: Right! Sassy spriggans! Greedy grove-killing Drust! Scenery-chewing gorm! |
Cudgelface: Their anger, not yours. |
Lady Moonberry: Oh. That makes much more sense. |
Cudgelface: Right, let's give it another go. |
Lady Moonberry: Got it! |
Lady Moonberry: So... tell me about your mother. |
Wrathful Soul: She was my world, and she was slain in front of me! |
Cudgelface: Blimey, that worked. Keep going! |
Lady Moonberry: Would you say the loss of your mother made you angry? |
Wrathful Soul: I grew up suffering! I had no one else! |
Cudgelface: Yeah, that's the stuff! |