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Useless little spoiled princess brat... |
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No sign of Miss Melia yet?! |
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None so far! |
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Damn!
Bunch of new hostiles closing in! |
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I guess the lot from the Cape really left us for dead... |
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Miss Tyrea, it's all over! |
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Please, pull back! |
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Not just yet! |
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Stand firm! Believe in our brethren! |
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Believe...in your new leader! |
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But Ma'am... |
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There's only so much you can do! |
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When you see me fall, abandon this place
and withdraw into Gran Dell. |
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Miss Tyrea! |
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You kept us waiting... You big jerk... |
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Lady Melia! |
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She's back, and it looks like she's brought
the Companions with her! |
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Out of my way! |