Talk : Village of Butcher's Block

I couldn't be more hungry if I'd spent the past year living among sylvari.

Have some meat.

Thanks! Cheers to those plant-loving sylvari! More meat for us.

To the sylvari. Bye for now.

That's pretty hungry. Good luck.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: The whole area is talking about you. You're <Character name>, right? Welcome to our celebration.; Thanks. I'm needed over there.

My life is over. After I was injured, my legion put me out here in the middle of nowhere, doing menial labor.

I'll bet you do them proud. You seem competent.

It's true, I do have an affinity for managing day-to-day duties. I always was better at that than at fighting.

No shame in that. We all play our roles. Bye.

Every job, including yours, is important! Tail up!

Maybe you're right. Maybe you ain't. I guess what matters is that I do my duty. Isn't that so?

That's so. You're a good soldier.

Your legion would fall apart without support.

They sure wouldn't have supplies if I weren't here doing my duty for the legions. I see your logic.

Good. Keep it up.

Keep up the good work. Bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: There isn't enough meat or ale to help me express how happy I am to be serving the legions!; Glad to hear it. Good-bye.

I heard a rumor that <Character name> was here. You know anything about that? <Character name> is the most important adventurer ever to come through here. I've always wanted to fight a warrior like that.

Give me that beer, and I'll introduce you.

You know <Character name>? Here, take it!

Know him? I am him. See you later.

I don't know anything. I'm nobody.

That's disappointing. I think I'll go to bed soon. I'm not going to get a chance to meet <Character name>. Things like that don't happen to nobodies like you and me.

You might be surprised. See you later.

You must be just as good. Why not give me that beer.

Who me? As good as <Character name>? No, never. If what I hear is true, nobody's as good as <Character name>. Trust me. (hiccup)

You're convincing me. I better go before my head gets too big.

Your head? Wait. Are you? You are! You're <Character name>! Wait until I tell my mate I met you! She's going to drop a litter!

If she does, name one after me, okay?

Don't believe everything you hear. Though, I appreciate the vote of confidence.

You appreciate the vote of confidence? Wait. Are you? You are! You're <Character name>! Wait until I tell my mate I met you! She's going to drop a litter!

Well, if she does, name one after me.

Trust in yourself. Your work is important. See you later.

Let's do it.

Wait. You're <Character name>? And you want to fight me?

Want to? No. Going to? Yes.

I have other business.

After sobering up, as Soldier: I was so drunk I wouldn't remember meeting <Character name> even if I had. What about you?; I wouldn't remember it either. See you later.

The westernmost Soldier, near the outer wall[edit]

Oh, no. My mug is empty. How sad. Poor, sad, little, empty mug. I may have to kill something.

Take my drink.

You sweet thing. Thanks. How'd you know that's just what I needed.

You're welcome. Have fun.

Good-bye.

After having been given a drink, as Soldier: There's magic in ale, don't you think? It makes me smarter and smarter, and everybody else gets dumber and dumber.; Take it easy there.

Meat! I need meat! My belly requires filling.

Take this.

Ooh, yum. Exactly what the medic ordered. You're a bright spot in my day.

Okay. You're welcome.

Try over there.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Happy tummy, all full of meat! I love Meatoberfest! Don't you?; Absolutely. Love it.

If I see another slab of meat, I think I'll go homicidal. You seen one steak, you've seen them all. Why can't we celebrate something else for a change? Like fried potatoes. Love fried potatoes! Love them!

Potatoes make your fur fall out.

Honest? My fur? I'd be ugly without my fur. Can you imagine? Okay, no more potatoes, ever. Meat! Meat! Meat!

Good call.

What? Potatoes are for grunts.

It's not that I don't like meat, I just...okay, I was just kidding. Honest. I don't eat potatoes. I'm no grunt. Bring on the meat! Meat is sweet!

That's right.

I see. You're too weak for the meat.

Who you callin' weak? I eat plenty of meat. I'll show you. I need meat! And make it raw!

Nice. Now you're talking.

Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: This is the best Meatoberfest ever. I am so pumped up with meat juice, my muscles are partying along with me! Rrrowrrr!; Keep it up!

(hiccup) Hey. Who you rooking at? You trying to shtart something? I ki...hic...killed for lesh. Shtop shtaring at me.

I'll stop if you give me your drink.

Why? You want my drink? Here, take it. I spit in it.

Thanks.

You've had one too many.

One too shmany. One too...one... one two three...ha! Okay, maybe you're right. Take it. I need to get shick.

Drink water. See ya.

Gimme your drink, or I'll knock you into your hangover.

Ulp. Here. I don't like how it tastes anyway.

Good answer. Now go drink some water.

C'mere. I know the fast track to sobriety.

I don't like your looks. I think they need some rearranging.

I'll be doing all the rearranging, slack jaw.

Phew. Your breath could run a tank. Bye.

After sobering up, as Soldier: That's the last time. I swear it. I'm never drinking that much again.; Famous last words. Bye.

The western Soldier from the group of two to the south from the tent with meat[edit]

Is that for me? I could use a drink.

Sure, take it.

Good answer.

Good-bye.

After having been given a drink, as Soldier: What? Do I have a booger on my nose?; No. Bye.

I smell meat on you. Got any left?

Yeah, sure. Take this.

Just what I needed.

You're welcome. Good-bye.

Long gone. Good-bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Meatoberfest is a great way for soldiers to blow off steam. Good food and good drink. I know I'm feeling less aggressive.; Glad to hear it. Good-bye.

What kind of trouble can we get into? I saw a couple legionnaires heading over to the kegs. Got any ideas?

I'm sure your ideas are better than mine.

Maybe. I have come up with some hilarious pranks over the years. I'll give it some thought.

Have more ale too. Good-bye.

Why stop at legionnaires? Isn't there a centurion here?

Oh! You're evil. That's a great idea. I'll put some thought into it. I wouldn't want to waste a limp-tailed prank on a centurion.

Better plan it out well. Good-bye.

Good soldiers don't need to make trouble. It finds them.

I suppose you're right. The last thing I need is to end up peeling potatoes again. I'd rather go out with the raids tomorrow.

Remember that. Good-bye.

I'm not in the mood. Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: I'm not causing any trouble. I'm just sitting here, thinking about causing trouble. Join me for a drink?; Not right now. Good-bye.

Hey! Anyone seen the centurion? I heard there was one here? I got this great idea for a prank. Shhhhhh. Keep your voice down.

You're the one shouting. Not me. I'll take your drink.

Oh. Here. I don't need it anyway. (hiccup) I have a prank to pull.

Good luck with that.

The whole camp knows you're plotting a prank, dimwit.

Who you calling a dimwit? I hold the record for number of days spent peeling potatoes because of pranks successfully...oh. Maybe you're right.

Uh huh. Good-bye.

Trust me. The centurion knows you're coming.

The centurion knows? Who told? Blast and be bothered. Now, what am I gonna do?

Try sleeping it off. Good-bye.

Bad soldier! Bad! Time for your nap.

Nap time?

Down you go.

Say it a little louder. Good-bye.

After sobering up, as Soldier: I don't suppose you know whether I actually put that chicken in the centurion's...you know. I'm having some memory challenges.; Sorry. I haven't heard. Good-bye.

The eastern Soldier from the group of two to the south from the tent with meat[edit]

Where'd you get that mug of ale? I'm parched.

Here, you can have it. I'll get another.

You mean it? That's generous of you. I'll remember your face.

It's no trouble.

Over that way. Just follow the smell of hops.

After having been given a drink, as Soldier: I'm sorry. I think this ale is going to my head. I'm suddenly in such a great mood. I'm in a fighting mood. If you know what I mean.; I know exactly. See ya.

Wooh! This ale is going to my head. I'd better get something to eat before I embarrass myself.

You can have some of this.

Ooh, my favorite. Thanks a lick.

You're welcome.

Sounds like a good idea. Bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: That did the trick. Now that I've eaten, I'm ready to drink more! Bring on the celebration!; That's right! Have fun.

I'm sorry. I can't help it. The happier I get, the sadder I feel. I loved her so much, and now she's gone. Forever. I don't deserve to be happy.

Buck up, soldier! The legions need you.

I'm sorry. I really am. I'm a terrible soldier. I don't deserve to wear legion armor. I'll do better, I promise. I don't want to let the legions down.

That's right. Get it together. Bye.

You dishonor her memory with your tears.

Dishonor her memory? It's not like she's dead. She just left me for that black-eared Blood machinist. What am I thinking? You're right. I'm wasting my tears on a disloyal parasite.

Glad to help. See you later.

Cheer up, and you'll feel better.

Wiser words were never spoken, my friend. Thank you. I needed to hear that.

My pleasure.

Sounds like a personal problem.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: My ex? What ex? I don't even remember her name anymore. She's dead to me! I'm turning the gears of my life and grinding her out.; Good for you.

Moderation is overrated! If we practiced moderation, do you think we'd have kicked out the Flame Legion? You think we'd have invented the great war machines that we have? NO! We would not. (hiccup)

Think of it as sharing. Give me your drink.

We're legion. We take care of each other. You look like you need this more than me. Here.

Good answer.

We're legion. We take care of each other. You look like you need this more than me. Here.

Right! You're so clever, you don't need that drink. Gimme.

I don't need this drink! I've got everything under control. Here, get rid of it.

Good job. You're better than that.

Soldier: Yeah.

We wouldn't have done them drunk either.

Okay, you got a point.

Yeah.

Sober up!

Ow! Hey!

I'll bruise the drink out of you.

You're on your own.

After sobering up, as Soldier

Did I say anything stupid to you while I was drunk?

Yeah. Me and anybody who would listen.

Kill me now. My warband will never let me live this down.

Probably not. See you.

The western Soldier from the group of two to the east from the central building (this one starts already in Hungry Soldier state, so the thirsty conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

You call these dregs food? I haven't seen anything yet but scrawny beef and fatty chicken.

Here, try this. It's good.

I'll admit, it looks better than the other scraps I've seen today. You're kinda okay.

Enjoy. I'll see you later.

Somebody's grumpy. Sheesh. See ya.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: I'm so full I can't even look at food. I need some space.; Sure. I'll leave you alone.

You get one warning. Back off. I'm in a foul mood, and you don't want to be the brunt of it.

"Moody" is my middle name. Care to compare stories?

Sure. I once split a soldier's nose open just for squinting at me. How's that for moody, Moody?

Impressive. I once cropped a mouthy patrol's ear.

Hehe. Sometimes, they just deserve it.

So true. Take it easy. See you later.

I can't beat that. Nice one.

We're having fun here! C'mon!

You're having fun. I'm watching my warband behave like fahrar cubs.

Sounds like great fodder for teasing them later.

I hadn't thought of it that way. I'm going to enjoy this.

Glad to be of service.

Some would call that fun. See you later.

You're spoiling it for others. Join the team, soldier.

I get your point. I'll put on my smiley face in the interest of being a good soldier.

Smile? That looks more like a grimace. But, good try. Bye.

I'm gone.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: It's all about attitude. I hate losing control of myself, but at least I can revel in everyone else's drunken stupidity.; Whatever works for you. See ya.

You there. You picking a fight with me? You wanna go? C'mon.

Back off, and I won't report you.

You'd actually report me? I can't blame you. My orders were not to start any fights. I suppose I should obey, this time.

I'm watching you.

(growl) Shut up.

(gulp) Um. Sorry. It's the ale talking. Not me.

Tell the ale to get control of itself. Later.

Keep it down. The centurion is watching.

Really? Oh, dreg. Why do officers have to spoil everything?

Go sleep it off. You'll feel better.

Wrong call. I'm gonna knot your tail.

Uh uh! I'm gonna knot yours!

No, I'm gonna knot yours!

Sleep it off. We'll talk later.

After sobering up, as Soldier: Who hit me? I don't remember fighting, but I have this knot on my head.; You walked into a wall. See you later.

The eastern Soldier from the group of two to the east from the central building (this one starts already in Hungry Soldier state, so the thirsty conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

I could eat a dolyak.

Don't do that. Take this.

It smells good. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Go eat. Bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Do I have food on my face? I just finished the tastiest slab of beef.; No, you're good. See you later.

What's the point? We eat, we sleep, we fight, and then we die. After that, we're forgotten. It seems so pointless.

You'll never be forgotten. You're too remarkable.

You've got a point. Someone like me doesn't just fade into dust. I leave my mark on the world. They'll be erecting statues to me one day, I imagine.

I'm glad you feel better. Later.

Make yourself unforgettable! You can do it.

That's why we're here. It's our one opportunity to leave our mark on the world. I can do this!

Yes, you can. Good luck.

You're a cog in a vast, wonderful machine.

I never thought of it like that. If one cog doesn't do its job, then the whole machine comes to a halt. Wow. That's deep.

I try. See you later.

Got me. Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: I finally figured it out. Your life may end when you die, but it ends far sooner if you give up the fight.; That's right, soldier. Good-bye.

We're all gonna die and become worm food. It's too much to contemplate. I don't want to die!

Stop whining, and I won't give you anything to whine about.

I'm not whining. I'm waxing philosophical. But, I get your point. Some questions have no answers.

Glad to hear it. Bye.

I died once. I went to the Mists and saw my dead friends.

Really? That's encouraging! I have so many friends I'd love to see again.

No, not really. I lied.

You're gonna die if you don't shut up about it.

You don't have to get huffy. I'm just pondering the meaning of life.

Uninterested. Keep it to yourself.

This is me, not killing you.

Oh, so you want to fight, do you?

Yeah. Let's go.

I have better things to do.

After sobering up, as Soldier: Is it just me, or do I get smarter when I'm drunk?; It's just you. See you later.

The western Soldier from the group of two to the north from the central building[edit]

Which one of these hunks let my mug get empty? Hello!

Here, take my drink.

Oh, aren't you just sugar on two feet? Thanks, baby.

You're welcome.

Good-bye.

After having been given a drink, as Soldier: Mmm. Don't you just love the taste of this ale? We make it locally, you know? I used to know the brewers. They knew how to brew, if you know what I mean. (wink); I don't want to know. See ya.

Last time I drank this much without eating, I ended up puking all over some legionnaire's armor. I was polishing steel for weeks after that.

You should eat. Take this.

You're a lifesaver, sugar toes. Give me a kiss.

Some other time.

I need to go. Enjoy the meat.

You deserved your punishment. Good-bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Do I look fat? I just ate a whole steak all by myself. Some sweetheart gave it to me, and it's a good thing. If I weren't so drunk, I'd remember who it was.; Good-bye.

I'm the weakest link in my warband. I just know it. They don't say it, but they're all thinking it. They went off without me.

They'll be back for you. I'm sure.

Do you think so, cutie? Meatoberfest wouldn't be the same without a good warband scuffle. I love those guys. I really do.

And they love you. Bye.

Are you sure they left you on purpose?

Well, no. I assume they did. We were all together one minute, and the next, I turned around, and they were gone. I suppose they could have wandered off.

I'm sure they did.

Quit sniveling and go find them.

You. Are. So. Right! That is exactly what I needed to hear. You shook me right out of my snivel, good-lookin'. I'll go find them and show them how much fun I can be.

Good luck.

Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: I haven't had this much fun since my warband and I got swallowed by a giant wurm!; Wow. That's hard to beat. Bye.

Oh, woe. I don't feel so good. Better stay out of my blast radius!

I'll hold your drink for you until you feel better.

What a kind funny soldier you are. Don't go too far, though. I still want to finish it.

Yeah, sure. See you next time.

You'll feel better if you give me your drink.

I'll feel better if I never drink again. This is my first step. Here, you can have it.

Wise decision.

You're cut off. Give me that drink or else.

You're kinda sexy when you're being a bully. Here. (hiccup) I wouldn't dare disobey you.

Smart. Now, go drink lots of water.

Time to sleep it off.

You are making me so mad right now! Where do you get off with your cuteness and badass stance? You're not allowed to be the center of attention. I'm the center of attention around here! Got it? Hic!

You've got my attention.

Good-bye.

After sobering up, as Soldier: I need a break from the ale.; Good-bye.

The eastern Soldier from the group of two to the north from the central building[edit]

Hey, what are drinking? I set my mug down somewhere, and now I can't find it.

Here, take mine. I'll get another.

You just earned a parcel of good-soldier points! Salute!

You're welcome.

Good-bye.

After having been given a drink, as Soldier: If I drink much more of this, I'm going to need to fight someone.; Take it easy, soldier. See you later.

Where's the beef? A soldier needs fuel!

I have soldier fuel. It's yours.

You're a credit to your armor.

Enjoy.

Good-bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Rrrowr! I'm fueled up with beef and ready to romp!; Have a good time!

I don't know what my problem is. I work so hard all year long, you'd think I'd be ready to let loose at Meatoberfest.

You're alive! You're a warrior! Get your tail up!

Yeah! You're right. I'm not human. No whining! It's time to shake the dirt out of my fur!

That's right!

You're damping my blast. Cut it out.

Sorry. Of course, you're right. A good soldier wouldn't spoil it for everybody else. Maybe I just need another drink.

Now, you're talking.

Have another mug of ale. You'll get there.

You're kinda brilliant, you know? That's exactly what I need to do.

What are you waiting for? See ya later.

Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: This is the best Meatoberfest ever!; Yeah!

Shhhh. I'm on patrol. (giggle) You seen any scrawny humans around here? I need something to (hiccup) play with.

In your state, they're more likely to play with you. Gimme that.

Don't take my...ah, okay. You're prob'ly right. My sword arm don't work so good when it's been drinking.

Yeah. See you later.

Does your legionnaire know you're drinking while on patrol?

My legionnaire knows everything! 'Cept I'm not really on patrol. I was jus' teasing you. I'm a hunter, and you're my prey. Rowr. Wanna play?

Some other time, when you can walk.

You're funny. I'm cutting you off.

My warband says I'm hilarioush. I love them so much. You know what? I love you too. You're nice.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna go now. Bye.

Patrol this.

Good-bye.

After sobering up, as Soldier: I needed to blow off some steam. Why does it feel like I blew off the top of my head instead?; Welcome to Hangover City.

The Soldier to the west from the eastern building (this one starts already in Inebriated Soldier state, so most of the conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

I wonder if I get drunk slower because I put meat in my beer? You think? (hiccup) I think I better drink more...to compenshate.

That's so smart, slowing down the affects.

Yeah, it is, isn't it? I kinda did it on purposhe. (hiccup) This way, I'm stay ready for anything.

Keep your eyes open. I'll guard your beer.

You're a skritthead. Gimme that beer.

You're the skritthead! Go away. Leave me alone.

I'm going, and I'm taking your beer with me.

You've had enough, soldier! Cease all imbibing immediately!

Yesshir, sir. I am in full control of my senshes, sir.

Get some sleep, soldier.

I'm done talking.

Ow! What'd I do?

You need to sober up.

I think so too. I'll get out of your way.

After sobering up, as Soldier: I'm convinced there's a chemical reaction between meat and beer. I drank a lot, but I was in full control the entire time.; Apparently, the mixture affects memory. Bye.

The Soldier to the north from the eastern building (this one starts already in Hungry Soldier state, so the thirsty conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

Hello! It's chow time. Get out of my way or get eaten.

I have a better idea. Take this.

You may have just saved your own life. (laugh) Thanks!

You're welcome.

Stepping aside. Bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Do I have meat between my teeth?; I don't see any. See you later.

I've done everything there is to do. I sang songs. I danced. I beat drums. I ate meat, and I drank ale—lots of ale. Did I mention I sang songs? Oh, and I made toasts too. There's nothing left to do!

Someone with your cleverness? You'll find something!

Hey! Want to go pick fights or something? Play pranks? We could make some real havoc. You're so encouraging, you could be my fun buddy.

I don't think so. I have duties. See you later.

You should probably go curl up and die.

Curl up and die? (laugh) Not on your life! Thanks. I didn't realize I was sounding so gloomy.

Go have fun. See ya.

Look around. There's plenty yet to do.

Ooh, I see my ex-mate over there. I could have some fun with him and his new one. I bet she wouldn't appreciate me butting in.

Way to seize the moment. Have fun.

You're right. I'm leaving.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: (laugh) I have three ex-mates here, and they're all easy targets. I haven't had this much fun since my bazooka misfired and took out the Black warband's caravan.; Keep up the good work. Bye.

(hiccup) ♪Ho! Ho! A hunting we will go—no, no, no. A smashing we will go! Rowr!

(laugh) If you stop now, you'll still have friends tomorrow.

(laugh) Okay, okay. I know I can't carry a tune in a tank, but I'm so happy!

Just don't sing anymore, okay? Bye.

Brilliant! Better be careful. That ale will hurt your voice.

You think I'm brilliant? My warband always said I should join the legion chorus, but I was too shy. I'd better take care of my voice.

Good call. Give it a rest. Bye.

I'm gonna smash you, if you don't shut up.

What's your problem? Wow. Way to cool my steam.

Go get some sleep. You're drunk. Bye.

I got your smash right here.

Oh, now I'm drunk and mad!

Soon, you'll be drunk and unconscious.

I'll be over there.

After sobering up, as Soldier: My mouth tastes like corpse dust.; Drink lots of water. See ya.

The western Soldier from the group of three in the north-eastern area (this one starts already in Hungry Soldier state, so the thirsty conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

I'm so hungry, I could eat your leg.

Uh, take this instead.

Much better. Although you look spicy and fresh.

I'll take that as a compliment. Bye.

I'd just make you sick. See ya.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Now that was a meal! Ooh, there's still some stuck between my teeth. Leftovers!; Good-bye.

We need more drums at these parties. Big loud, booming drums. Nobody ever listens to me.

Drums? I think explosives would be better.

(laugh) Now, you're talking! We could do coordinated explosions. Boom, boom, boom!

I like it. Later.

Drums would only lead to dancing.

Well, scruff me. You're right. I hadn't thought of that. (shiver) Dancing. Gah.

See? You have to think these things through. Bye.

What are you waiting for? Make yourself a drum!

Why didn't I think of that? There are plenty of things to beat on around here. Barrels and casks and Separatists.

Oh my. I feel the beat already.

Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: Bam bam bam!; Woohoo! See ya.

All this drum banging has given me a headache.

I'm guessing the ale was also a culprit. Gimme.

I'll admit that I've had a few mugs of inspiration, but—okay, quite a few mugs. Here. Take it.

You are wise.

Give me your drink, and I'll tell you how to lose the headache.

What are you? A medic? Here. I've had enough anyway.

Drink water and get some sleep. Medic's orders.

Don't drink and drum, idiot! Give me that.

I thought I could handle it. I only had a couple beers.

That's what they all say.

I can make you forget your headache.

Ow! Hey!

No more headache.

Good-bye.

After sobering up, as Soldier: Remind me never to drink and drum again. I think I'm a little deaf now.; More like dumb. See ya.

The eastern Soldier from the group of three in the north-eastern area (this one starts already in Hungry Soldier state, so the thirsty conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

All that fighting I did made me hungry. I could eat a cow for every separatist I took down! (laugh) Of course, then there wouldn't be any left for you.

Here. Take mine. I only took a couple bites.

Thanks! I'm not picky.

Apparently not. Enjoy.

Better get started. I'll check back.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: Have I told you about the Separatists who attacked me earlier today? There must have been a couple dozen of them, at least. I thought I'd never eat again, but I fought my way through them, and here I am, belly full and mug brimming. Cheers!; Cheers.

I'll probably never have another fight like the one today. I've experienced the pinnacle of my life, and I'm only starting out. It's all down hill from here.

You're young. You'll have bigger, better fights.

You think so? I guess you'd know, since you're so old. You've been around awhile, huh?

I'm not that old. Bye.

With your skills, you'll attract some nasty enemies.

What am I thinking? You're so right. It won't matter where I am or what I'm doing. Enemies will see my physique and my skill, and they'll be killing each other to get a shot at me.

Life is good.

Don't be a moron. Tomorrow's a new bloodbath.

I guess you're right. It's just so hard to imagine that any fight could ever be as epic as that one. I mean, the way I handled those Separatists, it was like a well-greased meat grinder. I was a sight to behold, let me tell you. I just don't think I'll ever—

Bye.

Poor, pitiful you. Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: —be in that position again. My mind was sharp as a razor. My weapons were an extension of my body, and my enemies were falling like autumn leaves, in great red-brown cascades. I was a force of nature.; Well, Force of Nature, I'll see you later.

Have you ever wondered why blood is red when it comes out? It don't make sense. It's blue when it's inside and red when it's outside. There's a mystery here, my friend. And I'm going to sholve it. (hiccup)

I don't need to know the color to spill it.

(laugh) That's so true! You're a genius. I don't need to see the color to spill it. Yeah. You hit the nail on the head.

Don't forget it.

Veins are blue, and they camouflage the red blood.

Wow. Jus' wow. Your powers of deduc...deduc...deductation are impressive. How come I never thought of that? (drunken laugh)

Got me.

I've never seen blue blood. Have you?

Um. No.

That's right. Now shut up about it. Bye.

Let's see how that works.

Me, alone, versus three dozen separatists, and I kicked their tails! I'll never have a fight like that again! I'm washed up!

Try this fight on for size.

Not interested. Bye-bye.

After sobering up, as Soldier: Ale is my enemy. Ale is my enemy. Ale is my enemy.; Good soldier.

The northern Soldier from the group of three in the north-eastern area (this one starts already in Hungry Soldier state, so the thirsty conversation is inaccessible)[edit]

I can't drink until I get some food in my gut. I'm one of those who gets obnoxious if I drink before I eat. You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.

I'll share. Take this.

You just saved yourself and that guy over there a whole heap of nagging. Thanks!

You're welcome.

Good-bye.

After having been given meat, as Soldier: I've been fed, and now I'm ready for the keg! Bring it!; Good-bye.

You're in my space.

You don't seem like you're having much fun.

Really? I am having fun. I think I'm just out of practice. I've been all fight and no fun for so long! Thanks for reminding me.

Go have some fun!

Don't be rude. It isn't that kind of party.

(laugh) Of course, it isn't. Sorry. I'm out of practice at having fun.

Practice makes perfect.

No, you're in mine. Get out, or I'll knock you out.

Sorry. Backing off. I didn't mean anything. It's just habit. Have you tried the ale?

That's better. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

After having been consoled, as Soldier: I'm actually having fun. It's hard to believe.; I'm glad to hear it. Good-bye.