Text Audio /282 ⍟
Act 1Bestel58
Act 1Brutus, the Warden24
Act 1Captain Fairgraves37
Act 1Damp Diary1
Act 1Doorman2
Act 1Dying Exile5
Act 1Letter of Instruction1
Act 1Letters of Exile15
Act 1Lioneye's Standard1
Act 1Merveil17
Act 1Nessa52
Act 1Order of Protection2
Act 1Sailor's Skin1
Act 1Shavronne's Journal1
Act 1Tarkleigh63
Act 1Weathered Carving12
Act 2Alira27
Act 2Ancient Reverie Device1
Act 2Arteri's Letter6
Act 2Eramir85
Act 2Etchings on Wood I1
Act 2Etchings on Wood II1
Act 2Etchings on Wood III1
Act 2Etchings on Wood IV1
Act 2Greust46
Act 2Helena96
Act 2Inscription6
Act 2Kraityn28
Act 2Oak26
Act 2Plaque5
Act 2Proclamation1
Act 2Silk42
Act 2Transmutia Device1
Act 2Yeena77
Act 3Ancient Graffiti6
Act 3Ancient Notebook1
Act 3Clarissa50
Act 3Grigor39
Act 3Hargan83
Act 3Journal Entry1
Act 3Lady Dialla67
Act 3Letter to Chitus1
Act 3Malachai's Journal1
Act 3Maramoa85
Act 3Reverie Device1
Act 3Siosa38
Act 3The Ancients7
Act 3The Purity Chronicles6
Act 3Tolman8
Act 3Victario's Writings4
Act 3Dominus29
Act 3Gravicius11
Act 4Lady Dialla27
Act 4Kira42
Act 4Malachai's Dedication1
Act 4Malachai's Notebook1
Act 4Note1
Act 4Oyun46
Act 4Petarus and Vanja66
Act 4Piety173
Act 4Resonator Instructions1
Act 4Tasuni78
Act 4Voll's Confession4
Act 4King Kaom17
Act 4Barkhul6
Act 4Maligaro, the Inquisitor9
Act 4Shavronne23
Act 4Daresso65
Act 4Malachai42
Act 4Voll, Emperor of Purity19
Act 5Avarius32
Act 5Bannon38
Act 5Innocence14
Act 5Kitava's Hunger I1
Act 5Kitava's Hunger II1
Act 5Kitava's Hunger III1
Act 5Lani48
Act 5Lilly Roth54
Act 5Sin162
Act 5Stained Glass Window8
Act 5Triumph of Innocence1
Act 5Utula75
Act 5Vilenta33
Act 6Karui Carving1
Act 6Leatherbound Logbook1
Act 6Letter Fragment1
Act 6Message in a Bottle1
Act 6Primitive Carving2
Act 6Shavronne's Manifesto1
Act 6Shrine to the Brine King1
Act 6Templar Report1
Act 6Tukohama14
Act 6Weylam Roth60
Act 6Worn Carving1
Act 7Love Letter1
Act 7Maligaro's Manifesto1
Act 7Ode to Ralakesh1
Act 7Shrine to Arakaali5
Act 8Doedre's Manifesto1
Act 8Lunaris Statue3
Act 8Official Orders1
Act 8Solaris Statue3
Act 8Solaris19
Act 8Lunaris21
Act 9Irasha17
Act 10Cultist Tract3
Act 11Commander Kirac177
The Lord's LabyrinthBronze Monograph6
The Lord's LabyrinthBronze Plaque1
The Lord's LabyrinthBronze Inscription4
The Lord's LabyrinthPoem5
The Lord's LabyrinthIzaro307
Map BossesKadaris, Crimson Mayor18
Map BossesCaptain Clayborne, The Accursed35
Map BossesAra, Sister of Light24
Map BossesKhor, Sister of Shadows23
Map BossesOrmud, Fiend of the Flood30
Map BossesRenkarr, The Kiln Keeper22
Map BossesCiergan, Shadow Alchemist33
The Atlas of WorldsThe Shaper292
The Atlas of WorldsZana, Master Cartographer571
The Atlas of WorldsOfficer Kirac
The Atlas of WorldsMemory Fragment
The Atlas of WorldsBook of Memories16
Conquerors of the AtlasSirus, Awakener of Worlds77
Conquerors of the AtlasDrox, the Warlord106
Conquerors of the AtlasAl-Hezmin, the Hunter90
Conquerors of the AtlasVeritania, the Redeemer71
Conquerors of the AtlasBaran, the Crusader77
Conquerors of the AtlasAl-Hezmin's Journal I1
Conquerors of the AtlasAl-Hezmin's Journal II1
Conquerors of the AtlasAl-Hezmin's Journal III1
Conquerors of the AtlasAl-Hezmin's Journal IV1
Conquerors of the AtlasBaran's Journal I1
Conquerors of the AtlasBaran's Journal II1
Conquerors of the AtlasBaran's Journal III1
Conquerors of the AtlasBaran's Journal IV1
Conquerors of the AtlasDrox's Journal I1
Conquerors of the AtlasDrox's Journal II1
Conquerors of the AtlasDrox's Journal III1
Conquerors of the AtlasDrox's Journal IV1
Conquerors of the AtlasVeritania's Journal I1
Conquerors of the AtlasVeritania's Journal II1
Conquerors of the AtlasVeritania's Journal III1
Conquerors of the AtlasVeritania's Journal IV2
Conquerors of the AtlasSirus' Journal I1
Conquerors of the AtlasSirus' Journal II1
Conquerors of the AtlasSirus' Journal III1
Conquerors of the AtlasSirus' Journal IV4
Echoes of the AtlasThe Maven2097
Echoes of the AtlasThe Envoy127
Siege of the AtlasThe Searing Exarch49
Siege of the AtlasThe Eater of Worlds82
Siege of the AtlasThe Black Star26
Siege of the AtlasThe Infinite Hunger64
KalandraMysterious Voice405
KalandraAncient Etchings I1
KalandraAncient Etchings II1
KalandraAncient Etchings III1
KalandraAncient Etchings IV1
KalandraAncient Etchings V1
KalandraAncient Etchings VI1
KalandraAncient Etchings VII1
ScourgeThe Last to Die31
ExpeditionGwennen, the Gambler246
ExpeditionTujen, the Haggler213
ExpeditionRog, the Dealer192
ExpeditionDannig, Warrior Skald171
ExpeditionMedved, Feller of Heroes38
ExpeditionVorana, Last to Fall56
ExpeditionUhtred, Covetous Traitor29
ExpeditionOlroth, Origin of the Fall55
UltimatumThe Trialmaster693
HeistKurai, the Administrator200
HeistAdiyah, the Wayfinder111
HeistFaustus, the Fence67
HeistGianna, the Master of Disguise307
HeistHuck, the Soldier270
HeistIsla, the Engineer284
HeistKarst, the Lockpick285
HeistNenet, the Scout278
HeistNiles, the Interrogator274
HeistTibbs, the Giant354
HeistTullina, the Catburglar286
HeistVinderi, the Dismantler318
HeistAdmiral Darnaw24
HeistFriedrich Tarollo, Slave Merchant14
HeistJamanra, The Great9
HeistJulius Farrow2
HeistNashta, The Usurper20
HeistVic Vox47
HeistVinny Vox41
HeistWhakano, the Barber66
HeistWater Goddess7
DeliriumStrange Voice191
MetamorphTane Octavius51
MetamorphCrumpled Note1
BlightSister Cassia126
LegionQueen Hyrri Ngamaku26
LegionGeneral Marceus Lioneye32
LegionAukuna, the Black Sekhema27
LegionViper Napuatzi28
LegionCardinal Sanctus Vox24
SynthesisCavas, Forgotten Spirit230
BetrayalJun, Veiled Master312
BetrayalVagan, Victory's Herald195
BetrayalHaku, Warmaster180
BetrayalIt That Fled130
BetrayalThane Jorgin the Banished125
BetrayalAisling Laffrey, The Silent Butcher126
BetrayalCameria the Coldblooded127
BetrayalElreon, Light's Judge211
BetrayalTora, the Culler192
BetrayalVorici, Silent Brother187
BetrayalGuff "Tiny" Grenn125
BetrayalJanus Perandus129
BetrayalHillock, the Blacksmith125
BetrayalRiker Maloney, Midnight Tinkerer129
BetrayalKorell Goya, Son of Stone125
BetrayalRin Yuushu126
BetrayalLeo, Wolf of the Pits221
BetrayalGravicius Reborn144
BetrayalCatarina, Master of Undeath111
BetrayalLifegiver's Manifesto 11
BetrayalLifegiver's Manifesto 21
BetrayalLifegiver's Manifesto 31
BetrayalLifegiver's Manifesto 41
BetrayalLifegiver's Manifesto 51
DelveNiko, Master of the Depths230
DelveAul, the Crystal King35
DelveAhuatotli, the Blind37
IncursionAlva, Master Explorer238
BestiaryEinhar, Beastmaster170
ProphecyDark Tome1
PerandusCadiro Perandus363
Forsaken MastersHaku, Armourmaster3
Forsaken MastersElreon, Loremaster3
Forsaken MastersCatarina, Master of the Dead4
Forsaken MastersVorici, Master Assassin3
Forsaken MastersTora, Master of the Hunt5
Forsaken MastersVagan, Weaponmaster3
Forsaken MastersLeo, Master of the Arena12
Forsaken MastersKrillson, Master Fisherman12
CN RealmDaughter of Sin33
CN RealmFreya14
CN RealmHasina17
CN RealmSkadi14
Vaal side areaResearch Journal4
Vaal side areaVaal Letter12
Vaal side areaAtziri, Queen of the Vaal17
OtherTutorial NPC4
OtherRoyale Announcer11
OtherBlade Soul13
OtherLycia, Unholy Heretic33
OtherLycia, Herald of the Scourge39
OtherThe Templars1
OtherForbidden Knowledge1
Conversation /274 ⍟
Code EventAudio
Tibbs, the Giant: I've brought an old mate of mine along for this job. Her name's Tullina.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Pleasure to meet you.
Tibbs, the Giant: She might not look like much--
Tullina, the Catburglar: --excuse me?
Tibbs, the Giant: --but she can get into places no one else can.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Before we set off, I'd like to introduce you to an associate of mine. This is Nenet.
Nenet, the Scout: I am Nenet.
Tullina, the Catburglar: See? She's got better eyesight than anyone I know.
Nenet, the Scout: I can see a man's heart beat its last from a distance of two thrown stones.
Tullina, the Catburglar: I believe she will be an asset in the future.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Exile this is... This is...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Gianna.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Gianna! Yes! And she's a... erm...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Performer. Actress.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: A performer actress! Right! And... ehhh...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: We met when Vinderi was hired to do the pyrotechnics for a production. He set the curtains on fire, but no one died. I'm here to help you with this job. And other jobs, later. If you want.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Exactly! Anything you'd like to add Gianna?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I think that covers it. Thanks, Vin.
Karst, the Lockpick: Forgot to tell ya, bringing this lug with us on this job.
Huck, the Soldier: I'm Huck.
Karst, the Lockpick: He's an absolute nutter. Ain't ya Huck?
Huck, the Soldier: Not really? I suppose the Blackguard training did leave me a bit... rough.
Karst, the Lockpick: Absolute nutter. But useful.
Huck, the Soldier: Thought we might be able to use another hand on this one. Meet Niles.
Niles, the Interrogator: You don't like me, I can tell.
Huck, the Soldier: He used to be an interrogator for the Templar. Can read minds a little bit.
Niles, the Interrogator: Now you really don't like me. Why is that, I wonder?
Huck, the Soldier: Just remember that he's very useful. I find that helps.
Niles, the Interrogator: Exile, this is Vinderi. Expert demolitionist.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Nice to meet you, Vinderi. My name's Vinderi too! Isn't that funny?
Niles, the Interrogator: Years of exposure to fumes has... affected him.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Sorry to hear that. Luckily I'm fiddle as a fit!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Only do what's essential. Anything else makes you a bigger target.
Tibbs, the Giant: Not sure I could be a much bigger target...
Tibbs, the Giant: Nerves are gettin' to me again.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Try not to focus on how badly everything could go and how hurt everyone could get. Better?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Remember, look out for each other when we get in there.
Karst, the Lockpick: Yeah. Unless things get bad, then scramble.
Karst, the Lockpick: 'Ey Lina --
Tullina, the Catburglar: Tullina
Karst, the Lockpick: -- you got spare picks just in case, right?
Tullina, the Catburglar:  Yep. All good.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Keep it down when we're in there. That means no unexpected explosions, Isla.
Isla, the Engineer: Pfft. It was hardly unexpected. Just early!
Isla, the Engineer: Tullina, how do you feel about having large, electrified metal rods jutting from your spine?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Strongly disfavourable.
Isla, the Engineer: What about your skull?
Tullina, the Catburglar: That isn't better.
Isla, the Engineer: Got it. Legs it is.
Tullina, the Catburglar:  Everyone know what they're doing?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: For the job? Or just generally...? I s'pose the answer to both is no, really.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Who would like to hear my bordello story?
Tullina, the Catburglar: No one say yes.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I promise it is very, very graphic.
Tullina, the Catburglar: No one say yes.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Any words of wisdom before we head in, Nenet?
Nenet, the Scout: The dead own nothing and feel nothing.
Tullina, the Catburglar: ... Good. Good advice. Thank you.
Nenet, the Scout: Time passes through us like a ghost.
Tullina, the Catburglar: ...So should we hurry?
Nenet, the Scout: There is no speed great enough to escape death.
Tullina, the Catburglar: So... Yes?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Good luck, everyone.
Niles, the Interrogator: Luck is just another word for faith, which we all know is meaningless. You're telling everyone good nothing right now.
Niles, the Interrogator: Tullina, might I slip into that brain of yours for just a moment? I wish to feel lithe. Provocative.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Do you also wish to feel a dagger in your eye socket? No? There's your answer.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Remember what Huck says: Heads on a pike--
Huck, the Soldier: --On a swivel--
Tullina, the Catburglar: On a swivel.
Huck, the Soldier: Stay alert, stay safe.
Tullina, the Catburglar: And stay out of my way.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Kill any guards you come across quick.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Uh, yeah, but make sure it isn't actually me.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Tullina...?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Mmhm?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Are we... are we friends?
Tullina, the Catburglar: What? Yeah, I guess. Whatever.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise:
Tullina, the Catburglar: Near-flawless execution. Be proud.
Tibbs, the Giant: Agreed. I've seen how bad it can get.
Tullina, the Catburglar: The burning pond?
Tibbs, the Giant: The burning pond.
Tibbs, the Giant: A near-unbelievable success!
Tullina, the Catburglar: And barely any spiders are on you this time!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Adiyah, get us home to a cold drink and a warm fire.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I can get you to a stale mead and several scattered lanterns. Will that suffice?
Tullina, the Catburglar: It will.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Another victory for crime.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Oh, come on Adiyah. I can see you holding back a smile.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: No. That was... That was about something else. Please return now.
Tullina, the Catburglar: That went as smooth as could realistically be expected.
Isla, the Engineer: Smooth... Smooth... Hey, Tullina, what about a helmet that dissolves your hair while you wear it?
Tullina, the Catburglar: ...I need less of you right now.
Isla, the Engineer: We probably shouldn't dilly-dally.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Dare I ask why not?
Isla, the Engineer: No reason. Totally unrelated, how upset would you be if everything you owned was shredded by a rogue mechanical spider?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Oh no.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Everyone in one piece?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: No, we're all still quite separate.
Tullina, the Catburglar: I mean, is everyone healthy?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Not the people down stairs...
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I always get a little sad when a job like this ends.
Tullina, the Catburglar: It's alright, Vinderi. There will be more.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I know, I know... But I really enjoyed this one.
Tullina, the Catburglar: I can already tell I'll be sore tomorrow.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: That reminds me! Tullina, I simply must know your workout regiment. Your core is to die for.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: A stellar performance! Five stars! Two thumbs up!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Worth the price of entry, that's for sure!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Excellent teamwork, everyone.
Nenet, the Scout: By our unity, we escaped with our lives.
Tullina, the Catburglar: ... Yeah. Great work all round.
Nenet, the Scout: The snakes leave the rabbit's nest bare and barren.
Tullina, the Catburglar: You should write that down, Nenet. That was beautiful.
Nenet, the Scout: I do not have a diary, and do not dare look for it!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Let's get back and enjoy the fruits of our labour.
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh, how one quivers with anticipation at the thought of such sweet fruits.
Niles, the Interrogator: Glorious, glorious, glorious. I sup the wine of victory from fate's breast.
Tullina, the Catburglar: What... vivid imagery.
Niles, the Interrogator: When we return, I shall paint it for you. A gift.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Please don't.
Tullina, the Catburglar: That was one I'll be telling my kids about.
Huck, the Soldier: Seems irresponsible to tell your kids about your robberies.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Hmm. You're right. That was one I'll never tell my kids about.
Huck, the Soldier: I love it when a plan comes together.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Savour it. It doesn't happen all that often!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Job looks straightforward enough.
Tibbs, the Giant: Easier than the Belltower gig.
Tullina, the Catburglar: You never were fond of heights.
Tibbs, the Giant: Everything's just a bit higher up for me than most people.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Or spiders.
Tibbs, the Giant: All the eyes and legs! Who needs that many?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Or ghosts.
Tibbs, the Giant: What're you supposed to do when a ghost attacks! Kill 'em? They're already bloody dead!
Tibbs, the Giant: I'm packed and ready.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Gil, always a pleasure.
Tibbs, the Giant: Well, maybe not always, eh?
Tullina, the Catburglar: The Bleakworth Alley job?
Tibbs, the Giant: I still have those nightmares. I wake up feeling like I'm covered in spiders.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Well now we know to look for webs. And eggs. And legs. And, if it happens again, I'll put you out of your misery. Sound good?
Tibbs, the Giant: ...Ehh... Thanks, I guess.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Need me?
Karst, the Lockpick: Lin!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Tullina.
Karst, the Lockpick: How's the other half doin'?
Tullina, the Catburglar: It's... complicated. I'd rather we just focus on the job, if you don't mind.
Karst, the Lockpick: Got it, Tulls.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Tullina.
Karst, the Lockpick: We'll have a catch-up later, ay?
Tullina, the Catburglar: I'd like that. Thank you.
Karst, the Lockpick: Tullina and Karst, together again at last! How ya doin' beautiful.
Tullina, the Catburglar: A little anxious, but, you know...
Karst, the Lockpick: What else is new, eh?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Exactly.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Heard you might need me for a job?
Isla, the Engineer: Only if I can't get my wall-crawler up and running in time.
Tullina, the Catburglar: That sounds like some sort of horrifying mechanical spider.
Isla, the Engineer: Couldn't be more wrong. It's a brilliant, beautiful mechanical spider.
Tullina, the Catburglar: ...and you've tested it?
Isla, the Engineer: No, but that's what this is for, right lady Kurai?
Kurai, the Administrator: ...This is the first I've heard of your invention. May I suggest you bench it and we review its progress next time?
Isla, the Engineer: Oh... Fine.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Thank you.
Kurai, the Administrator: It's what I'm here for.
Isla, the Engineer: I've just had the best idea.
Tullina, the Catburglar: We're actually in the middle of--
Isla, the Engineer: Picture a wall, but completely transparent. You can stand on one side and see everything on the other side, but you can't touch it.
Tullina, the Catburglar: A window.
Isla, the Engineer: That's--, no, that's different. Windows are different. This is larger and more transparent. You're just not getting it. Just forget about it. What's your thing?
Tullina, the Catburglar: The heist we're planning?
Isla, the Engineer: Yeah, let's do your thing.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Hello, all.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Tullina! I was just talking about you.
Tullina, the Catburglar: You were?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Yes. I was just saying to Tullina that I was talking about her.
Tullina, the Catburglar: ...Huh?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Just now!
Tullina, the Catburglar: I don't--
Vinderi, the Dismantler: That reminds me! Did I tell you that I was just talking to Tullina? She says hello.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Greetings one and all!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Nice to see you, Vinderi.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Ah! Isla, how are your brilliant inventions?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Tullina.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Wonderful. Is that some new slang term?
Tullina, the Catburglar: No, I'm Tul--
Vinderi, the Dismantler: These plans are absolutely, what was it? Tullina? These plans are tullina, pal!
Tullina, the Catburglar: It's my na--
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Thank you for introducing me to this tullina new word, Isla.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Can we keep this short?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Somewhere to be?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Anywhere but here. Meetings make me fidgety.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I've always kind of enjoyed them. Feels like I only really get to talk to you during these meetings.
Tullina, the Catburglar: That can't be true. What about...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: ... about...
Tullina, the Catburglar: ... Huh. Sorry... If it helps, it's nothing to do with you. I guess I'm not much of a people-person.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Hello everyone!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Welcome aboard, Gi.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Plans look to be progressing nicely. Lady Kurai, while I'm here, has the Boss' schedule opened up at all?
Kurai, the Administrator: No.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Shame... Tullina, would you mind running lines with me later?
Tullina, the Catburglar: I was planning to take a nap...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh...
Tullina, the Catburglar: ..but I suppose I can squeeze you in beforehand?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Hooray! Best friends!
Tullina, the Catburglar: So what's the play?
Nenet, the Scout: We are to gain entry to this location and take everything we can carry.
Tullina, the Catburglar: So, the usual.
Nenet, the Scout: Yes. The usual.
Nenet, the Scout: I have answered your call.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Hello, Nenet.
Nenet, the Scout: What business have we?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Another job is in the works.
Nenet, the Scout: And the plans are complete?
Tullina, the Catburglar: Not quite, but nearly.
Nenet, the Scout: Then I will watch in silence. Proceed.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Hope I didn't keep you waiting.
Niles, the Interrogator: What exquisite torture it is to wait for one as beautiful as yourself.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Niles, do we really need to do this every time?
Niles, the Interrogator: Until I wear you down.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Or, I suppose, until I slit your throat?
Kurai, the Administrator: Quiet. Both of you. Tullina, no more threatening Niles. Niles, stop making everyone uncomfortable.
Niles, the Interrogator: Ha! I doubt I'm making everyone--
Kurai, the Administrator: You are.
Tullina, the Catburglar: You are.
Kurai, the Administrator: So stop.
Niles, the Interrogator: Hello, hello... Ah, Tullina!
Tullina, the Catburglar: Hi Niles.
Niles, the Interrogator: What a pleasure to be called into service by your side.
Tullina, the Catburglar: It wasn't my decision.
Niles, the Interrogator: But it remains my pleasure, and for that, I simply must thank you.
Niles, the Interrogator: Thank you.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Plans drawn up?
Huck, the Soldier: Mostly. Just some finishing touches.
Tullina, the Catburglar: The Sin is in the details.
Huck, the Soldier: Don't I know it. The number of times I've seen an operation turn to chaos because we didn't know about a door--
Tullina, the Catburglar: Or no door.
Huck, the Soldier: --or even a door that is open when we expected it to be closed.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Well, I'm glad we can discuss doors in such detail.
Huck, the Soldier: Team.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Huck.
Huck, the Soldier: Tullina.
Huck, the Soldier:
Tullina, the Catburglar: What's ne--
Huck, the Soldier: So how's--
Tullina, the Catburglar: You go--
Huck, the Soldier: Sorry, you were--
Tullina, the Catburglar: I was just going to ask--
Huck, the Soldier: What I was trying to--
Tullina, the Catburglar: I--
Huck, the Soldier: You--
Kurai, the Administrator: How about we just have a little quiet time, hmm?
Huck, the Soldier: Thanks Kurai.
Tullina, the Catburglar: ...Thanks Kurai, yeah, thank you.
Tullina, the Catburglar: I'm here. Plans all drawn up?
Kurai, the Administrator: Doing that as we speak. Did you want any input?
Tullina, the Catburglar: If you're overseeing them, I'm not too worried. Any word from the Boss?
Kurai, the Administrator: Nothing specific, but he is aware of this operation, and he wishes us good fortune.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Good.
Kurai, the Administrator: Welcome, Tullina.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Thanks, Ku. What's the latest?
Kurai, the Administrator: New contracts are coming in steadily, but today we're planning something larger.
Tullina, the Catburglar: A blueprint.
Kurai, the Administrator: Mmhm. The latest information indicates it will be quite lucrative.
Tullina, the Catburglar: Well, I'm keen. If you'll have me, that is.
Kurai, the Administrator: The boss is always eager to have you involved.
Karst, the Lockpick: Try not to hit your head on the way in, ay big boy?
Tibbs, the Giant: Thanks for the... heads up! ... Nothing?
Tibbs, the Giant: Good luck everyone.
Karst, the Lockpick: Why would you say that!? Now you've definitely jinxed us.
Karst, the Lockpick: Oi Isla, what was that word again
Isla, the Engineer: Clandestine.
Karst, the Lockpick: Yeah. Let's keep it clamdestine, everyone.
Isla, the Engineer: Even better!
Isla, the Engineer: Got a new word for you, Karst. Taciturn. It means silent.
Karst, the Lockpick: Here goes. ...Hear that? No? Taciturn, but deadly.
Karst, the Lockpick: Vin, make sure you don't blow any powder near me, yeah?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Of course. Last time was an anomaly, I swear.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Which way? Ah. Right.
Karst, the Lockpick: No, follow the rookie.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Right!
Karst, the Lockpick: No, follow the rookie.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Right.
Karst, the Lockpick: Stay loose. Think on your toes.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Improvisation! Lovely.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Stick to the script everyone.
Karst, the Lockpick: Was there a script? I didn't get one.
Karst, the Lockpick: No hard feelins, Nenet. Promise.
Nenet, the Scout: That you felt compelled to say this does not fill me with confidence.
Nenet, the Scout: Clear skies. A good omen.
Karst, the Lockpick: Wish you'd pay that much attention to me.
Karst, the Lockpick: Gods I hope this goes smoothly.
Niles, the Interrogator: No gods will ensure success. That's up to us.
Niles, the Interrogator: Confidence, not cockiness, will ensure success.
Karst, the Lockpick: Confidence, not cockiness, will ensure success.
Niles, the Interrogator: That is always what an interrogator wanted to hear: his own words repeated back to him with desperation.
Karst, the Lockpick: Things go south in there, it's everyone for themselves.
Huck, the Soldier: How brave, Karst.
Huck, the Soldier: Focus up everyone. Job comes first.
Karst, the Lockpick: Not according to the rumours I heard about you.
Karst, the Lockpick: Good stuff! Let's celebrate! First round is on Tibbs!
Tibbs, the Giant: Fine, but you're only getting pondwater, Karst.
Tibbs, the Giant: Can't believe we pulled that off. Even Karst did good!
Karst, the Lockpick: Even Karst-...? Rude.
Karst, the Lockpick: Time to celebrate, yeah?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Count me in!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Take a bow, everyone!
Karst, the Lockpick: And a drink!
Karst, the Lockpick: Adiyah, you've never looked more lovely. Take us home, yeah?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Of course. It is my duty.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Did it go as planned? Any injuries? Karst?
Karst, the Lockpick: I'm fine, beautiful! Top o' the world!
Karst, the Lockpick: Triumph! Riches!
Isla, the Engineer: New materials to experiment with! I'll turn gold into lead!
Karst, the Lockpick: You tryin' to make me angry?
Isla, the Engineer: Anyone got a quill? Had an idea on the run out of here.
Karst, the Lockpick: Oi, give your big brain a break, yeah? You earned it.
Karst, the Lockpick: Dunno 'bout you, but I'm ready to go home and celebrate.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Celebrate what? What did I miss?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Wait, is this where we came in?
Karst, the Lockpick: We're done, Vindy-boy! Enjoy it!
Karst, the Lockpick: See that, Nenet? See what you're missin' out on?
Nenet, the Scout: I see everything. Flaws and all.
Nenet, the Scout: Success, but still room for improvement.
Karst, the Lockpick: Nothin's ever good enough for you, eh?
Karst, the Lockpick: Make way, Adiyah. Karst needs to pray at the altar of beer.
Niles, the Interrogator: At last, a belief system I can get behind.
Niles, the Interrogator: Our persistence is rewarded. Even the supposed gods couldn't--
Karst, the Lockpick: Oh, give it a rest.
Karst, the Lockpick: Honestly didn't think we'd make it.
Huck, the Soldier: Honestly kind of wish you didn't. Sorry. Too mean. Sorry.
Huck, the Soldier: Messy in parts, Karst, but we got there.
Karst, the Lockpick: Why're you singling me out?
Karst, the Lockpick: The big man's here!
Tibbs, the Giant: G'day Karst.
Karst, the Lockpick: Oh! You're workin' this job too?
Tibbs, the Giant: Yeah? Wait, what did you--... No, you know what, nevermind.
Karst, the Lockpick: Guess the blood struggles to get all the way up to 'is brain, eh? eh?
Tibbs, the Giant: G'day
Karst, the Lockpick: There 'e is. Big boy Tibbs.
Tibbs, the Giant: Do we have to do this every time?
Karst, the Lockpick: Oh c'mon. Just havin' a little fun.
Tibbs, the Giant: Fine, get it over with.
Karst, the Lockpick: Tibbs is so tall, that he... uh... He's so tall, that...
Tibbs, the Giant: Uh huh?
Karst, the Lockpick: Just wait. He's so tall... that...
Karst, the Lockpick: ... Look how tall Tibbs is everyone!
Tibbs, the Giant: Good try, champ. Now we grownups can focus on the job.
Karst, the Lockpick: 'Ello ello!
Isla, the Engineer: Karst! Did you finish it?
Karst, the Lockpick: I, uh, dunno what you're on about.
Isla, the Engineer: The book! Did you get to the end?
Kurai, the Administrator: Karst is reading a book?
Karst, the Lockpick: Alright, no need to harp on about it. Mosty pictures, anyway.
Isla, the Engineer: Yeah, but it's a great start!
Karst, the Lockpick: I said drop it, yeah? Don't need you lot thinkin' I'm the sort of person who reads a book for fun.
Isla, the Engineer: Here I am!
Karst, the Lockpick: 'Ere she is! Come to bore all the guards to sleep?
Isla, the Engineer: No, the brain-bore still requires a few small optimisations.
Karst, the Lockpick: The-...
Isla, the Engineer: Oh! Sorry! You were making a joke! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Karst, the Lockpick: ... Isla, you making a drill for people's heads?
Isla, the Engineer: What? No! It's already made. I'm just tweaking it a little.
Karst, the Lockpick: Oi oi! Knew Vindy'd be on this one. Could smell him from upstairs!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Ah! Yes! What you're smelling is actually a new powder blend I'm trialling. Eggs and decaying meat, yes?
Karst, the Lockpick: And fish. Mostly fish, actually.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Fish!? ...Fish. Ah! Right! I've also brought a fish.
Karst, the Lockpick: To hide the powder?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: What powder?
Karst, the Lockpick: The new blend. You bring a fish to hide the smell?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: What fish?
Karst, the Lockpick: ...Maybe best to leave it, yeah?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: You needed me?
Karst, the Lockpick: 'Ello Vindy. How's old age treatin' you?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Oh, you know, has its downs and ups. Still tack as a sharp though!
Karst, the Lockpick: Ello everyone. Particularly you, Gianna.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Keep it in your tights, Karst.
Karst, the Lockpick: How about you an' I get ourselves a refreshing beverage after this job, ay? My treat.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: That depends... Are you expecting something in return?
Karst, the Lockpick: Only the company of a beautiful young woman.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I don't think Nenet is all that interested.
Karst, the Lockpick: I, uh, meant you.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh Karst, you're such a good thief! You can take anything... but a hint.
Karst, the Lockpick: Ahh, my beautiful Gianna. It seems you and I shall be reconnoitering once more!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I'm... not sure you used that word ri--
Karst, the Lockpick: Did you get my gift?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh! Were the roses from you?
Karst, the Lockpick: No, the other gift.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: The toffees?
Karst, the Lockpick: ...N-...no, the-...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Aww, did you get me that beautiful gown!?
Karst, the Lockpick: No, the-...the, uh... krrshcrrl.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Sorry?
Karst, the Lockpick: The CAT SKULL.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: ...Oh. Yes. ...Thank you.
Karst, the Lockpick: I knew you'd love it.
Karst, the Lockpick: 'Ello everyone.
Nenet, the Scout: I greet you, thief.
Karst, the Lockpick: Why're we bringing her along?
Kurai, the Administrator: Nenet has as much a role as you. Leave personal grievances at the door.
Nenet, the Scout: And your money, if you intend to cheat at cards against me.
Karst, the Lockpick: Shut up, Nenet.
Nenet, the Scout: You should have known, with my sharp eyes...
Nenet, the Scout: Warm greetings to all.
Karst, the Lockpick: What?! No one mentioned Nenet joining us.
Kurai, the Administrator: Is that going to be an issue?
Karst, the Lockpick: Well, I mean--
Nenet, the Scout: My apologies, Kurai. Karst despises me, but I do not care what he thinks, and that has caused him some emotional distress.
Karst, the Lockpick: You don't need to--
Kurai, the Administrator: I understand. Karst, can you still perform your tasks?
Karst, the Lockpick: Yeah, but--
Kurai, the Administrator: Good. Nenet?
Nenet, the Scout: Of course, my lady.
Kurai, the Administrator: Good. Then let's continue.
Karst, the Lockpick: I'm here, I'm here.
Niles, the Interrogator: The locksmith. Good, good.
Karst, the Lockpick: Lockpick. I don't make 'em, I break 'em.
Niles, the Interrogator: Of course. My apologies. I sense ...animosity.
Karst, the Lockpick: Oh, what an incredible power! How ever does he do it?
Niles, the Interrogator: It is a well-honed talent.
Karst, the Lockpick: I'll show you a well-honed talent.
Kurai, the Administrator: Karst! Be professional.
Karst, the Lockpick: Sorry, Ku.
Niles, the Interrogator: A job. Splendid.
Karst, the Lockpick: No. Not him.
Niles, the Interrogator: It is me.
Karst, the Lockpick: No, I'm saying I don't want you along.
Niles, the Interrogator: I don't believe that decision is yours to make.
Karst, the Lockpick: Luckily for you.
Niles, the Interrogator: Indeed! Were it up to me, you would be forever at my side, like a loyal and adoring pup.
Karst, the Lockpick: Ready when you are.
Huck, the Soldier: As am I.
Kurai, the Administrator: Karst, have you paid Huck back yet?
Karst, the Lockpick: Of course.
Huck, the Soldier: He hasn't, lady Kurai.
Karst, the Lockpick: Such a snitch.
Kurai, the Administrator: Debts must be repaid. You know that. I'll garnish your fee for this job.
Karst, the Lockpick: Fine.
Huck, the Soldier: Appreciate it, Karst.
Huck, the Soldier: Team.
Karst, the Lockpick: Blackguard.
Huck, the Soldier: Bandit.
Karst, the Lockpick: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Huck, the Soldier: That's because it is a bad thing.
Karst, the Lockpick: Lady Kurai...
Kurai, the Administrator: Karst.
Karst, the Lockpick: Will you be gracing us with your presence on this job?
Kurai, the Administrator: I will not.
Karst, the Lockpick: What a shame.
Karst, the Lockpick: Can you make sure I get an extra cut then?
Kurai, the Administrator: I will not.
Karst, the Lockpick: Will not, or cannot?
Kurai, the Administrator: Will not.
Kurai, the Administrator: Thank you for coming, Karst. Please make sure you pay attention.
Karst, the Lockpick: Eh?
Kurai, the Administrator: Pay attention. I don't want a repeat of last time.
Karst, the Lockpick: Fine, fine. In my defense, the term bust is really misleading.
Kurai, the Administrator: When have you ever seen a pair of stone breasts on display?
Karst, the Lockpick: ...Weeeell--
Kurai, the Administrator: Other than your collection.
Karst, the Lockpick: Fair point, Lady Kurai. Fair point.
Tibbs, the Giant: Stick to the plan and this'll be quick and easy.
Isla, the Engineer: That's genius! If we make the plan sticky, we're less likely to drop it. I'll jot that down!
Isla, the Engineer: Tibbs, can you see me?
Tibbs, the Giant: Uhh... Yes.
Isla, the Engineer: Fantastic. My visibility oil works!
Tibbs, the Giant: I guess it does!
Tibbs, the Giant: Right, I'm ready.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Reddy! I'd always wondered what your first name was. Teddy Ribbs. Got it.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Sometimes I think about retiring.
Tibbs, the Giant: ... But...?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: But what?
Tibbs, the Giant: Safety first. If it gets too dangerous, leave.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Helps to know you're looking out for us, Tibbs.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: How's my scary voice? You there! I'll break you in half!
Tibbs, the Giant: Ehh... Sorry Gianna. Maybe practice that one more.
Tibbs, the Giant: It never goes as bad as you expect. Remember that.
Nenet, the Scout: I expect us all to die. Any better than that is a victory.
Nenet, the Scout: There is death on the wind. Beware.
Tibbs, the Giant: Not the sort of thing I like hearing before a job.
Tibbs, the Giant: Check your gear, say a prayer, whatever you need to do before we go in.
Niles, the Interrogator: A prayer? I might as well ask the Solstice Rhoa for an albino egg! Equally absurd!
Niles, the Interrogator: Tibbs, could you please lower your anxiety? It's seeping into my brain.
Tibbs, the Giant: Maybe you shouldn't be snooping around in there.
Tibbs, the Giant: Remember the target. Don't get too sidetracked.
Huck, the Soldier: Sound advice for life in general, really.
Huck, the Soldier: What's the rule, everyone? Be efficient, and...?
Tibbs, the Giant: ... Hungry?--
Huck, the Soldier: --Silent. Efficient and Silent.
Tibbs, the Giant: Close.
Tibbs, the Giant: I am absolutely bloody exhausted.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: This way, Mr Tibbs. A warm bath awaits you.
Tibbs, the Giant: With bubbles?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: We are not strangers. Countless bubbles.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: It appears you met great success.
Tibbs, the Giant: Huge success!
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I am pleased for you, Mr Tibbs.
Tibbs, the Giant: Everyone safely out? Good.
Isla, the Engineer: Tibbs, are you left or right handed?
Tibbs, the Giant: Right... Why?
Isla, the Engineer: So the evil reflection is still at large...
Tibbs, the Giant: The--... wait, what?
Isla, the Engineer: Barely any malfunctions and plenty of data.
Tibbs, the Giant: ...and loot?
Isla, the Engineer: That's a funny word! {Loot}.
Tibbs, the Giant: I think we've all earned an evening off.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: And if anyone else gets sad when they're alone with their thoughts, I'll be at the bar!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Gods I feel so young again! Tibbs! Let me lift you up!
Tibbs, the Giant: No way, mate.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I can do it!
Tibbs, the Giant: Absolutely not.
Tibbs, the Giant: Good job everyone, let's head back.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Thanks for keeping us all safe, big guy.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: We did it! Three cheers! Hip-hip?
Tibbs, the Giant: Hoora--...aw.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Thanks anyway.
Tibbs, the Giant: I had a terrible feeling about this earlier. So glad I was wrong.
Nenet, the Scout: The day is not done yet. Our 'friends' back home might backstab us to take our spoils.
Nenet, the Scout: I believed we would face our deaths in there. I am glad to have been wrong.
Tibbs, the Giant: Wait... You thought we were going to die?
Nenet, the Scout: Painfully. Yes.
Tibbs, the Giant: And you didn't want to tell us?
Nenet, the Scout: I did not see the need.
Tibbs, the Giant: That could've gone a lot worse!
Niles, the Interrogator: And of course it was because of some god's intervention, right? So predictable.
Tibbs, the Giant: ...what did I even say to warrant that? Honestly.
Niles, the Interrogator: This was a wondrous return to the glory days of the Templars.
Tibbs, the Giant: What do you mean?
Niles, the Interrogator: Well, all the killing and mind-crushing. It was... nostalgic.
Tibbs, the Giant: Nearly more loot than I can carry!
Huck, the Soldier: Definitely more than I could!
Tibbs, the Giant: Nah mate, you're strong.
Huck, the Soldier: You're strong!
Tibbs, the Giant: No, Huck. You're strong.
Huck, the Soldier: Gravicius himself couldn't have planned a better operation.
Tibbs, the Giant: You've set the bar pretty low, mate.
Tibbs, the Giant: What's the job?
Isla, the Engineer: The usual. Steal ALL of the THINGS!
Tibbs, the Giant: My favourite kind. You bringing any new gadgets with us?
Isla, the Engineer: Afraid not. The bone decoupler decoupled itself. The test bone is fine, though there are now several thin metal strips deeply embedded in it.
Tibbs, the Giant: Maybe for the best, eh?
Isla, the Engineer: Gave me an idea for intra-muscular springs. Tibbs, would you like to test something with me after this job?
Tibbs, the Giant: ... Can't. Got plans. Very busy.
Isla, the Engineer: Made it! Had to put out a small fire, but I made it.
Tibbs, the Giant: Something you're working on?
Isla, the Engineer: No, sadly someone beat me to that invention a long while ago. And this particular fire completely engulfed my heat-powered-exo-strider.
Tibbs, the Giant: Did you say heat-powered?
Isla, the Engineer: Exo-strider. Yes. Put a few burning embers in the converter and off you stride! Just a prototype made of cheap materials, scrap metal, wood, oil-soaked rags--oh, dammit, Isla! You're better than this.
Tibbs, the Giant: Hello everyone.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Ribs!
Tibbs, the Giant: Tibbs.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Tight! Ribs! Err, right! Tibbs! I've got a new formula for you to try.
Tibbs, the Giant: Oh yeah?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Just like the last one, but I've enriched the quicksilver with Chimeral blood. Really gives it a kick.
Tibbs, the Giant: Sounds promising.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Just don't give it an actual kick.
Tibbs, the Giant: Good. I won't. Thank you for the warning.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Anytibbs, Time.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Hello, hello, hello!
Tibbs, the Giant: How you doing, Vinderi?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Never better, never better. Spent the last hour in a very enclosed space with far more voltaxic sulphite than I've ever laid eyes on before, and I must say, I do not see what all the fuss was about. So, what's this we're looking at. Some sort of cuboid creature? Where's the heart?
Tibbs, the Giant: It's a blueprint, mate.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Did it step in paint? Can we just trace the prints back and find its nest?
Tibbs, the Giant: Plans, Vin. A job.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Ah! A job! I see it now. Yes. Good. This means I'll need to prepare more sulphite.
Tibbs, the Giant: Glad to be here.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Tibbie! Always love a job with you.
Tibbs, the Giant: Thanks Gi. How was your date with--
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Uhh, yeah, that was... a mistake.
Tibbs, the Giant: Oh, no! What happened?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Well, let's just say he looked a lot more than he listened.
Tibbs, the Giant: Ah. Well, always more men in the sea.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Aha! Sailors...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Fingers crossed this one goes better than our sewer scrape, eh, Tibbie?
Tibbs, the Giant: I've got a change of clothes laid out just in case.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Did you ever find out where those busts were?
Tibbs, the Giant: Shh.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: That was a lot of platinum!
Tibbs, the Giant: SHHH.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Could've bought an island with that platinum.
Tibbs, the Giant: Gi!
Kurai, the Administrator: Hmm?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Nothing Ku.
Tibbs, the Giant: Nothing Ku.
Tibbs, the Giant: Am I late?
Nenet, the Scout: No. Early.
Tibbs, the Giant: I always worry I'm late, even when I'm early.
Nenet, the Scout: You worry about much. Why is that?
Tibbs, the Giant: That... is a really tough question to answer.
Nenet, the Scout: I never worry, because the worst has already happened to me. This isn't even my life. It's just a shadow. Do you worry about stepping on your shadow?
Tibbs, the Giant: Wow, Nenet, you're really quite profound. Anyone ever told you that?
Nenet, the Scout: Not my mother, that's for certain.
Nenet, the Scout: Selarim to all.
Tibbs, the Giant: Nenet, nice to see you.
Nenet, the Scout: I see you also, large man. These plans appear adequate.
Kurai, the Administrator: Thank you, Nenet. Can you be of service?
Nenet, the Scout: Always for you, lady Kurai. It would be a great honour.
Tibbs, the Giant:
Nenet, the Scout: Mister Tibbs, do you ache in your large skeleton?
Tibbs, the Giant: Forget it.
Nenet, the Scout: I will try.
Tibbs, the Giant: I'm up to speed.
Niles, the Interrogator: Are you sure? Are there no... large words I should explain to you?
Tibbs, the Giant: Niles, do you think I'm stupid because I'm strong?
Niles, the Interrogator: Well... Not exactly...
Tibbs, the Giant: You think that a strong man cannot be a smart man, eh? The two are somehow mutually exclusive?
Niles, the Interrogator: Well--
Tibbs, the Giant: You're a mindreader, right? How about you jump on in here and have a look around.
Niles, the Interrogator: I-... I rescind my statement. I apologise for my preconceived notions.
Niles, the Interrogator: I'm here, no need to make a fuss.
Tibbs, the Giant: G'day Niles.
Niles, the Interrogator: And to you. You know, I've always wondered, where do you get your clothes?
Tibbs, the Giant: Actually, I make them myself. Started sewing at a young--
Niles, the Interrogator: Fascinating. To see a man of your stature wield a sewing needle must truly be something to behold.
Tibbs, the Giant: I mean, I can show y--
Niles, the Interrogator: The contrast, Most humourous.
Tibbs, the Giant: ...Ku?
Kurai, the Administrator: I know, I know.
Tibbs, the Giant: Hey mates.
Huck, the Soldier: Joining us on this job, Tibbs?
Tibbs, the Giant: Seems that way.
Huck, the Soldier: That's a relief, honestly. Normally I'm the largest target.
Tibbs, the Giant: Ha! You're still a plenty big target.
Huck, the Soldier: I look like Kurai next to you!
Kurai, the Administrator: Excuse me?
Huck, the Soldier: Nothing, ma'am. Sorry.
Tibbs, the Giant: Sorry.
Huck, the Soldier: Sorry.
Huck, the Soldier: 'Ello everyone.
Tibbs, the Giant: Hey mate. Hey, how come you're always in your armour, even around here?
Huck, the Soldier: Ah, blackguard training. Never leave yourself undefended. I used to sleep with my blackguard kit on. Got to the point where I couldn't sleep without it.
Tibbs, the Giant: You sleep with that armour on too?
Huck, the Soldier: Hah, no, no... I've a lighter chainmail for bedtime.
Tibbs, the Giant: Heard you could use a bit of muscle!
Kurai, the Administrator: The Boss is always happy to have you involved, Tibbs. How are your nerves?
Tibbs, the Giant: Every time, I think I might get used to the stress, but...
Kurai, the Administrator: I understand. Please look after yourself.
Tibbs, the Giant: Of course, lady Kurai.
Kurai, the Administrator: That includes physically. You start feeling the wear and tear of the work, you tell me, understood?
Tibbs, the Giant: Understood.
Kurai, the Administrator: Welcome, Tibbs.
Tibbs, the Giant: Thanks, Ku. How's the Boss doing?
Kurai, the Administrator: Busy. Stressed. Worried for the safety of those in his care.
Tibbs, the Giant: He's a good man.
Kurai, the Administrator: The best.
Isla, the Engineer: Just remember when we're in there, combustion is the mother of invention!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Never met the lad. Knew a concubine, though. Loads of children.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Do we really need to infiltrate anything? Between you and me, Isla, we could just blow the whole thing up.
Isla, the Engineer: But then what would we take? Oh, the scrap! Of course!
Isla, the Engineer: I'll be watching your art. I'm not great with people.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Ah, but a watched rose never blossoms, my dear.
Isla, the Engineer: You're so eloquent!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Thank you. But seriously, if you stare at me, we WILL be caught.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: You know what we could really use...?
Isla, the Engineer: An enormous mirror--
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Yes!
Isla, the Engineer: --that focuses all the light to a white-hot point, and sets everything it touches on fire!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Or just a normal mirror! For makeup!
Isla, the Engineer: How are you today, Nenet?
Nenet, the Scout: Bleak.
Isla, the Engineer: That's my girl!
Nenet, the Scout:
Isla, the Engineer:
Nenet, the Scout:
Isla, the Engineer:
Nenet, the Scout:
Isla, the Engineer: Niles, have you thought about those interrogation devices I suggested?
Niles, the Interrogator: There's torture, and then there's nightmare. You are a demon with a pleasant smile.
Isla, the Engineer: You think I've got a pleasant smile?
Niles, the Interrogator: That wasn't a compliment!
Niles, the Interrogator: No useless prayers today. I put my faith in science!
Isla, the Engineer: As you should!
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh. Well that's refreshing.
Isla, the Engineer: You can rely on my contraptions, Huck! Have no fear!
Huck, the Soldier: Fear keeps a disciplined man alive.
Isla, the Engineer: So does Voltaxic-powered battle armour!
Huck, the Soldier: I'm never going to wear that infernal thing, Isla. Stop asking, I beg of you.
Isla, the Engineer: That's what they all say...
Huck, the Soldier: I'll watch your back, keep you safe.
Isla, the Engineer: How about you go in front instead of behind us?
Huck, the Soldier: It was a figure of speech.
Isla, the Engineer: My contraptions worked perfectly!
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Perfectly?
Isla, the Engineer: Decently.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Indeed.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I trust all went well?
Isla, the Engineer: Parameters fell within the plan.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: So... yes?
Isla, the Engineer: What are you going to do with your share, Vinderi?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Try out new powders, of course!
Isla, the Engineer: Can I come take notes?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: No! It's MY share, and that includes any notes in it!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: This mission is going to be spectacular. I've got all sorts of explosives to set, and they'll never even see it coming.
Isla, the Engineer: We just did the mission. We're going home now.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: You'll have to excuse me for a moment once we're back home, then.
Isla, the Engineer: If I copy what you did with your art, will I have the same effect on men?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: You know what? You might.
Isla, the Engineer: First thing I'm going to do is go terrorise Niles some more.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Normally I'd disapprove, but it's Niles, so...
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I have to admit, engineer, you make quite the spectacle yourself sometimes!
Isla, the Engineer: If I'm not making people cower in terror from the inexplicability of my inventions, then I'm not really doing science right!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I have so much to learn about science...
Isla, the Engineer: Your skills and my inventions carried the day!
Nenet, the Scout: It is remarkable how we beat the odds when we are together.
Isla, the Engineer: That's what science is for!
Nenet, the Scout: We made it.
Isla, the Engineer: Told you I'd never let anything happen to you.
Nenet, the Scout: Thank you.
Isla, the Engineer: That was impressive. I should study your brain.
Niles, the Interrogator: Can you do that without drills?
Isla, the Engineer: No drills, I promise. I could do it with a trepan.
Niles, the Interrogator: That does sound safer.
Niles, the Interrogator: I... I really thought we were going to cash in our Markers on that one.
Isla, the Engineer: Nonsense. A good plan always succeeds.
Niles, the Interrogator: How was that according to plan?
Isla, the Engineer: Oops, did I not tell you the contingencies? No wonder you were terrified!
Niles, the Interrogator: Wasn't terrified...
Isla, the Engineer: Your chances for survival would have been much better with my Voltaxic-powered battle armour.
Huck, the Soldier: That thing ripped a mannequin in half!
Isla, the Engineer: I thought you were STRONGER than a mannequin...
Huck, the Soldier: Oh, I am! I-, I am!
Huck, the Soldier: At some point, after so many close calls, a man's gotta admit he's just tired.
Isla, the Engineer: I could replace your muscles with pistons if you like.
Huck, the Soldier: How about that? A second wind! I'm fine now, plenty fine.
Isla, the Engineer: Hello. What's your name again?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I... I don't remember. Do you?
Isla, the Engineer: I'm bad with names.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Badwyth Nems? Is that Ezomyte? I'll write it down so I don't forget. Right under Vinderi. I think that's the tall lad.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Hello, Isla.
Isla, the Engineer: Oh, hello!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: The new moon approaches. Shall we have that competition of explosions we spoke about?
Isla, the Engineer: My inventions aren't supposed to explode.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: And yet they do...
Isla, the Engineer: Then compete we shall!
Isla, the Engineer: Can I bring my glowing red rocks along on this mission?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: The ones that make people sick?
Isla, the Engineer: The rocks don't make people sick. It's the Corruption they leak that does that.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: What's the difference?
Isla, the Engineer: Wear a dress lined with six-inch-thick armour and you'll be fine.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Just what every man likes to see.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I'm here. Isla, will we be seeing some new inventions for this job?
Isla, the Engineer: Inventions are, by definition, new!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: But you've tested them at least, right? ...Right? ...Isla?
Isla, the Engineer: Oh, Nenet, there you are. I had a minor breakthrough on that humanoid golem you asked for.
Nenet, the Scout: Why are you bringing that up here?!
Isla, the Engineer: The thing is, I can't get his movement right. He's as stiff as granite, which is to be expected. Also, he doesn't cook very well.
Nenet, the Scout: Sands swallow me, so that I die right here...
Nenet, the Scout: I'm here. What is that ticking noise?
Isla, the Engineer: Is it a tunk... tunk... tunk, or more of a tick, tick, tick?
Nenet, the Scout: The second one.
Isla, the Engineer: You can hear that?
Nenet, the Scout: I have very good ears.
Isla, the Engineer: Indeed!
Nenet, the Scout: Are you... going to check on that ticking?
Isla, the Engineer: Oh no, that won't go off for several hours, probably.
Nenet, the Scout: Your confidence is my confidence.
Isla, the Engineer: If I use two parts Voltaxic Sulphite with three parts Trarthan... oh my, who are you?
Niles, the Interrogator: We've met a hundred times. We've gone on heists together.
Isla, the Engineer: Oh yes, yes, I have trouble with faces. Especially handsome faces.
Niles, the Interrogator: Your thoughts... how vile! That is not how it works!
Isla, the Engineer: The human body is just another machine, my dear... joints... pistons...
Niles, the Interrogator: You stay away from me, witch!
Kurai, the Administrator: Isla, terrorise Niles later.
Niles, the Interrogator: Ah, Isla, our woman of science! It's the young ones that are wrong, not we.
Isla, the Engineer: About what?
Niles, the Interrogator: The same thing I always rant about, my dear.
Isla, the Engineer: One of my machines detects divine energies. Divinity is real.
Niles, the Interrogator: Your machine is broken, and so are you!
Huck, the Soldier: Good, Isla's here! A unit's only as good as its engineer, I always say.
Isla, the Engineer: Oh my.
Huck, the Soldier: Not that I... meant anything by that...
Isla, the Engineer: Of course.
Isla, the Engineer: You wanted to see me, Huck?
Huck, the Soldier: Who, me?
Kurai, the Administrator: I'm leading this planning session.
Isla, the Engineer: Oh, there's a job on.
Isla, the Engineer: Let's get to it!
Kurai, the Administrator: I've never known you to be excited for this part, Isla.
Isla, the Engineer: I better be! We've only got a few hours!
Kurai, the Administrator: Why?
Isla, the Engineer: It's not a major concern. The spores are currently harmless. Just have to be back to my devices before my vivarium germinates.
Kurai, the Administrator: Your what?!
Isla, the Engineer: Hurry now, let's get the job done!
Kurai, the Administrator: Ah good, Isla, at least I know one person will be paying attention.
Isla, the Engineer: ...Of course.
Kurai, the Administrator: Unless you're thinking about one of your inventions.
Isla, the Engineer: I'm always thinking about my inventions.
Kurai, the Administrator: Even when you shouldn't be.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Vinderi, ever thought about a keg that makes a lot of smoke but no explosion?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Lass, that might be the stupidest idea I've ever heard.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: What happened to that little basement theatre where we first met, Gianna?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh, the Wilted Quill? Yeah, burnt down.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Hah! That's right. Good memories.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: They say all the world's a stage...
Nenet, the Scout: And no one gets a happy ending. Yes?
Nenet, the Scout: All mortal endeavour is sand cast to the winds.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Yeah, but, acting... that endures. People care about good acting. The universe cares about good acting.
Nenet, the Scout: ...Of course. That is the exception.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Job first, joking around afterwards.
Niles, the Interrogator: Speaking of, would you care to accompany on a date, Gianna?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Niles! I said save it for later!
Niles, the Interrogator: If harm comes to you, Gianna, I will hold myself responsible.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Good, I was planning to hold you responsible too.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Break a leg, everyone!
Huck, the Soldier: What an horrible, horrible thing to say.
Huck, the Soldier: Don't want to hear no complaints. We all signed up for this.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Actually, I auditioned! ... and I got the role.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Encore! Encore!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Please no, my bloody knees are giving me trouble.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Worthy of a grand play, eh Gianna?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Honestly? That went too smoothly. If one of us had died, that would have been dramatic!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: You've got quite the stature, Adiyah. Have you ever considered acting?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: No.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Would you?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Yes... No.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh... okay then...
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Who were you today, Gianna?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: A star, as always.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: A performance worthy of an audience! Do they have plays where you're from Nenet?
Nenet, the Scout: No. All the battles are very real.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: How do you stay entertained?
Nenet, the Scout: By surviving. The dead feel great boredom.
Nenet, the Scout: That was a... five thumb performance, yes?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Five stars. The thumbs are a different thing.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: That went so well I could kiss someone!
Niles, the Interrogator: Here! Yes, hello Gianna.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh, but Niles, what if I accidentally turn you into a prince? I sure would miss you.
Niles, the Interrogator: At last. So how about that Date, Gianna?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: ({Laughs}) I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard! Thanks Niles!
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Did you see me in there? Damn, I'm good.
Huck, the Soldier: Yes, I did see you, which is very much the opposite of what we wanted. You got lucky.
Huck, the Soldier: Gianna, you nearly bloody blew it for us.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Huh!? We did great!
Huck, the Soldier: You need to keep a lower bloody profile.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Okay. Okay.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Your star has arrived.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Already? I thought we had at least a few weeks! What do we do?! WHAT DO WE DO!?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: No, no! Vin! Me! I mean me!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: What!? Oh, thank the gods.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: What did you think was happening?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Nothing! Nothing! Just... if a living flame asks after me, I'm not here.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Whoops, must've taken a wrong turn.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: No, wait, you're meant to be here. We're planning a heist!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Well that's lucky! I'd just cancelled my plans for the rest of the day.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: What'd you have on?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Oh, just the usual armour. Helps protect the ol' bones.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: No, I mean, what were you doing later today?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I'm afraid I'm busy, dear. Got a heist to plan. Very flattered though.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Hello all! Did I miss anything important?
Nenet, the Scout: Yes.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh. Can you catch me up?
Nenet, the Scout: I can. We have a job. You have a role to play.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: ... Oh, is that it?
Nenet, the Scout: Yes.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Well, uh, thank you Nenet. Very concise.
Nenet, the Scout: I believe I was requested.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Nenet! Mind if I practise your accent?
Nenet, the Scout: I suppose not.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I suppohz noht.
Nenet, the Scout: Actually, I think I do mind.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Eckchully, I tink I do mind.
Nenet, the Scout: Please stop.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Plez st--.
Nenet, the Scout: Now.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh. Apologies.
Niles, the Interrogator: Ah, the thespian.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: How are you?
Niles, the Interrogator: Wonderful. Just wonderful. And yourself? Wait, no, let me try to guess. I see... shoes. Boots. Steel toed. You wish to go hiking.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Not quite...
Niles, the Interrogator: Well they're moving. Swiftly.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Almost there...
Niles, the Interrogator: They're striking... some trousers. Black. Right in the in-seam. Over and over.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: There it is.
Niles, the Interrogator: Yes. A vivid imagination. Just wonderful.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: So wonderful.
Niles, the Interrogator: I'm needed? Oh, lady Gianna, what an incomparable pleasure.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Niles, please carefully consider--
Niles, the Interrogator: My Oriathan rose, my shimmering jewel among the rhoa dung.
Kurai, the Administrator: Niles!
Niles, the Interrogator: Not including you, madam.
Kurai, the Administrator: Niles.
Niles, the Interrogator: So be it.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Hello everyone!
Huck, the Soldier: Welcome, Gianna.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Your armour is looking sooo shiny today Huck.
Huck, the Soldier: Thanks, polished it m'self.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Can't wait to see what's underneath.
Kurai, the Administrator: Okay Gi, give it a rest. We have work to do.
Huck, the Soldier: What are my orders?
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: To stay handsome!
Huck, the Soldier: Ha. Really, what are my orders.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Keep being cute!
Huck, the Soldier: Gi, I think we need to focus.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Focus on that bu--
Kurai, the Administrator: Gianna, enough!
Kurai, the Administrator: Welcome, Gianna.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Thanks, lady Kurai. Good role for me today?
Kurai, the Administrator: That, I suspect, is up to you.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Ah, of course.
Kurai, the Administrator: We still have a little more planning to do, but I hope you'll find whatever role you are given fulfilling.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Always nice to be invited!
Kurai, the Administrator: Always nice to have you.
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Say, before we get too deep into this, do you think my role could use an accent?
Kurai, the Administrator: Well, it depends quite a lot on--
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: Oh! What about a limp? Or an eyepatch!
Kurai, the Administrator: That might draw too much att--
Gianna, the Master of Disguise: I'm Big Toe Gren, Captain of the Salty Hound.
Kurai, the Administrator: ... Good. Well, now I know we have that to fall back on.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Bit of advice from an old hand: Whatever you do, and this is really, really important,
Vinderi, the Dismantler: so listen carefully. Don't, and I repeat, don't, DO NOT, forget to follow this advice. Here it is:
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I suggest you listen, because if you listen, you'll really take it on board.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Too many of your generation forget to listen, especially when good advice is being given.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Are you listening? Don't get distracted.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: It's easy to hear someone, but listening and hearing are two totally different things. So don't just hear; listen.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Here. Where? What?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: What are you looking at me for?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: We're on a job. Don't just stare at me. Focus!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Ridiculous.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Why do they keep taking on these glassy-eyed dimwits.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Found a weird mole this morning. Nenet?
Nenet, the Scout: No.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Will you--
Nenet, the Scout: No.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: --take a look--
Nenet, the Scout: No.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: --at this mole later?
Nenet, the Scout: No.
Nenet, the Scout: ...Fine.
Nenet, the Scout: The air is sour. Something is ami--
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Gods, that stew was too old, wasn't it. Sorry, everyone.
Nenet, the Scout:
Vinderi, the Dismantler: You all know what we're doing, right?
Niles, the Interrogator: Do you not?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Of course I do you freaky bastard. ...But I'll follow your lead. For safety's sake.
Niles, the Interrogator: Perhaps we should take mental fortitude into consideration for future expeditions.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Why, you looking for a little time off? Ha!
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh, I stand by what I said.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Call out if you need a powderkeg.
Huck, the Soldier: Will do.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Now? Righto, catch!
Huck, the Soldier: Wh-No! Nonono--
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Bwaaahahaha! Still funny! So many times, and it's still very, very funny.
Huck, the Soldier: Pace yourselves. Exhaustion down there means death.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Gods, you almost make it sound tempting. A nice, long nap.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Did you see that back there?
Nenet, the Scout: I saw everything back there.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Oh... Even when I, err...
Nenet, the Scout: Even that vile act, yes.
Nenet, the Scout: Victory, and yet the buzzards circle.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Oh, they're here for me. Buzz off! Blasted birds. I'm not dead yet!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Gods, that was exhilarating.
Niles, the Interrogator: Even if the gods did exist, which they don't, do you think they would care to hear your dull opines?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Best watch your mouth, interrogator. Got a powderkeg that fits right in it.
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh, I'd love to see you try.
Niles, the Interrogator: Humanity triumphs where the divine dare not tread.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Your bedroom?
Niles, the Interrogator: Precisely.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Wait... Damn!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Got enough loot in there to choke an ex-blackguard in his sleep!
Huck, the Soldier: E-Excuse me!?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Err, not you. Different guy. Goes by, uh, Buck.
Huck, the Soldier: Better than I hoped. Much better than I feared.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: What'd you expect?
Huck, the Soldier: Honestly, thought you'd blow us up.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: You've got fire magic, don't you, Adiyah?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I do. I use it sparingly.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Where do you draw it from? Is it in the palms? The fingers? If your hand were accidentally severed, could it still light a flame?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I prefer not to answer that.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: How did your explosions fare, Vinderi?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: They went off with a bang! Which was quite a lot quieter than I'd intended, actually...
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Hello, everyone. Ah, plans!
Nenet, the Scout: Yes. You are required.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: The scale of the bomb... where are we supposed to get all the powder?
Nenet, the Scout: It's a building, not a bomb.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Oh! Oh. ...Oh.
Nenet, the Scout: Hello. Nenet is here.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Is she? Where's she hiding? Help me look... erm...
Nenet, the Scout: Nenet.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Yes, help me look for Nenet, erm... uhh...
Nenet, the Scout: Oh look. You found me.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Ah! There she is. Thank you, uh, you.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Happy to be ab--... Niles.
Niles, the Interrogator: Yes, Vinderi, it is I.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Unfortunately.
Niles, the Interrogator: Let us put our differences aside. The job comes first.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I know, I'm a professional.
Niles, the Interrogator: As am I.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: You are a jackass.
Niles, the Interrogator: A professional jackass.
Niles, the Interrogator: Hello, hello. Ah. I see you'll employ absolutely any rabble.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Was that directed at me?
Niles, the Interrogator: You know it was. I know you know it was.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Keep your greasy little head out of mine, or else.
Niles, the Interrogator: Or else what, old man?
Vinderi, the Dismantler:
Niles, the Interrogator: ...good... GOD... What--...No! Vile! What monster pictures such a thing.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I did warn y--
Niles, the Interrogator: I'm going to be ill.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: I did warn you. I did warn him.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Nice to see you all.
Huck, the Soldier: Vinderi, been meaning to ask you. Where'd you come up with the powder mixes?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Trying to make me obsolete, are ya?
Huck, the Soldier: Not at all!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Gonna run back to Dominus with my precious formulas!? I know your game.
Huck, the Soldier: Forget it, Vin. Just making small-talk.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Forget what?
Huck, the Soldier: Thanks, Vin.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Thanks for what?
Huck, the Soldier: Right, what've we got?
Kurai, the Administrator: There's a--
Vinderi, the Dismantler: A bloody big stupid head! Boom!
Kurai, the Administrator: Vin.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Oh, come on. He was asking for it.
Kurai, the Administrator: Vin.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Sorry, Huck.
Huck, the Soldier: S'fine. Just focus on the job, yeah?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Kurai! Just the lady I was looking for.
Kurai, the Administrator: Oh? I was just about to look for you!
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Looking for a reason to destroy Niles?
Kurai, the Administrator: No, but it sounds like you might be.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Not at all, no, nothing of the sort. Got plenty of reasons! Just looking for permission.
Kurai, the Administrator: It is not granted.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Well, can I ask the Boss?
Kurai, the Administrator: No you can't.
Kurai, the Administrator: Vinderi, thank you for joining us.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Not a problem. What do you need from me?
Kurai, the Administrator: We're hoping you can help us on a job.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Just me? Or...
Kurai, the Administrator: There will be several others.
Vinderi, the Dismantler: Good, good. I'm in.
Kurai, the Administrator: That easy?
Vinderi, the Dismantler: That easy.
Nenet, the Scout: Perhaps this is the day that we shall die.
Niles, the Interrogator: In your mythology, what happens to the Faridun after death?
Nenet, the Scout: I shall likely let you know soon.
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh bleak one, when a man believes he is doomed, he usually finds a way to make it happen.
Nenet, the Scout: Good thing for you that I am not a man.
Nenet, the Scout: Where we go, death follows swiftly.
Huck, the Soldier: ...You mean for our enemies, right?
Nenet, the Scout: If you insist.
Huck, the Soldier: Remember, stay alert, eyes peeled.
Nenet, the Scout: Like the ribcage of a dunewalker as the buzzards pick out his organs.
Nenet, the Scout: This was a doomed run, yet we cheated fate.
Niles, the Interrogator: There is no fate but what we make!
Nenet, the Scout: I certainly hope so.
Niles, the Interrogator: How come you and I never just talk?
Nenet, the Scout: You never asked.
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh! Want to exchange bleak tales of oppression after this?
Nenet, the Scout: That's my favourite.
Nenet, the Scout: Death's pursuit is inescapable, but we have delayed it this day.
Huck, the Soldier: Reckon that calls for a celebration!
Huck, the Soldier: Gods, I feel immortal! What a rush.
Nenet, the Scout: Be glad that you are not. Immortality dulls the senses. To be mortal is to feel all life has to offer.
Nenet, the Scout: Left any children to die lately, Maraketh?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Not personally. I prefer to cook and eat them.
Nenet, the Scout: So you admit you are evil!
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I was being facetious.
Nenet, the Scout: I'm not so certain.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Why do you hide your face, Faridun?
Nenet, the Scout: That's personal.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Certainly it cannot be that bad?
Nenet, the Scout: My own mother was willing to abandon me over it.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: The desert is a harsh Sekhema.
Nenet, the Scout: Hello. What is the plan?
Niles, the Interrogator: Hmmm...
Nenet, the Scout: Niles, I can feel you trying to read my thoughts.
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh - no - I was just -
Nenet, the Scout: I do not mind.
Niles, the Interrogator: Really? How... {strange}.
Niles, the Interrogator: Ah, the Faridun.
Nenet, the Scout: Ah, the Templar.
Niles, the Interrogator: Out of curiosity, pariah, do the Faridun worship any gods?
Nenet, the Scout: What's a god?
Niles, the Interrogator: You. I like you.
Nenet, the Scout: I'm ready!
Huck, the Soldier: You better be. This is going to be a tough one.
Nenet, the Scout: Just tell me what to do!
Huck, the Soldier: Alert and ready, scout?
Nenet, the Scout: Reporting for duty, Captain Huck!
Huck, the Soldier: Hah, I'm no Captain, but I appreciate it.
Nenet, the Scout: Maybe someday, sir.
Nenet, the Scout: I have been requested, Kurai?
Kurai, the Administrator: Yes, we'll need your skills for this one.
Nenet, the Scout: I will not let you down.
Kurai, the Administrator: Nenet, good to have you here.
Nenet, the Scout: Truly?
Kurai, the Administrator: Yes, truly.
Nenet, the Scout: Then I will do my best to serve!
Huck, the Soldier: Don't let fear control you.
Niles, the Interrogator: That's my job.
Niles, the Interrogator: As we stride headlong into mortal peril, remember: on the other side of death is nothing. You will simply no longer be.
Huck, the Soldier: ...Yeah. C-Comforting words. Good. Right. Turn back? No. Right.
Huck, the Soldier: What a blessed day, eh?
Niles, the Interrogator: You minimise our actions. Nothing is blessed or cursed. We just did a good job.
Niles, the Interrogator: I worry I shall grow bored of success.
Huck, the Soldier: Let's hope we live long enough to find out, eh?
Huck, the Soldier: That was quite an adventure.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Indeed.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Commendable discipline, Mr. Huck.
Huck, the Soldier: Always happy to see your portals, Adiyah. And... Call me Huck.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Yes, Mr. Huck.
Huck, the Soldier: Sounds like we've got some work to do.
Niles, the Interrogator: Oh yes. Violence, robbery... Nothing you're unaccustomed to, blackguard.
Huck, the Soldier: Mate, we've talked about this.
Niles, the Interrogator: It is nothing to be ashamed of! Just as being an effective interrogator for the high templar himself is nothing to be ashamed of.
Huck, the Soldier: Isn't it, though?
Niles, the Interrogator: Far from it. It means we are capable of carrying out orders, no matter how immoral.
Huck, the Soldier:
Niles, the Interrogator: I knew I would be required.
Huck, the Soldier: That one of your mind skills, Niles? You can peer into the future?
Niles, the Interrogator: No, my friend. Merely confidence. The idea that one can see events yet to unfold is a flight of fancy akin to that of divine intervention, spontaneous generation, or medicine. We are born, we live, we get a small cut, we die, and we are gone. That is how it has always been, and that is how it will always be.
Huck, the Soldier: My fault for asking.
Huck, the Soldier: Lady Kurai.
Kurai, the Administrator: Glad you could join us, Huck. We've got a job in the works.
Huck, the Soldier: I see! Well, I'm happy to help in any way I can.
Kurai, the Administrator: I thought you might be. Before we set off, the Boss wanted me to check in with you.
Huck, the Soldier: Oh?
Kurai, the Administrator: How are you feeling? Mentally.
Huck, the Soldier: Still a bit... uneven. Still getting angry over little things.
Kurai, the Administrator: I understand. The Boss is intent on giving you the support you need, but realise that if you harm any members again, you will be asked to leave.
Huck, the Soldier: Understood. And... Sorry.
Kurai, the Administrator: Huck, thank you for coming.
Huck, the Soldier: No worries, my lady.
Kurai, the Administrator: Whakano informs me you have been looking for old acquaintances.
Huck, the Soldier: Yeah. Not looking to get back into the unit or anything, don't worry. Just miss a few people.
Kurai, the Administrator: I see. In that case, the Boss will cover the costs of your search.
Huck, the Soldier: Oh, no, he doesn't have to do that.
Kurai, the Administrator: He wants to.
Huck, the Soldier: Thank you, lady Kurai.
Niles, the Interrogator: Have I ever told you that your mind is incredibly ordered?
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I believe it's called discipline.
Niles, the Interrogator: Or oppression. I know a little about that.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Templar scum!
Niles, the Interrogator: Maraketh witch!
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Niles, do you still reject the gods?
Niles, the Interrogator: You cannot reject that which does not exist!
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: But... they do exist...
Niles, the Interrogator: You go on believing that.
Kurai, the Administrator: Hello, Niles. Please, join us.
Niles, the Interrogator: Another ill-advised plan?
Kurai, the Administrator: Not ill-advised, just risky.
Niles, the Interrogator: Then I assume I'll get stabbed again.
Kurai, the Administrator: Do we pay you well enough to consider that an acceptable risk?
Niles, the Interrogator: Yes, yes...
Vic Vox: Well would you look at that. Didn't think you'd come in person! How are you, lady Kurai? Did you enjoy the book?
Kurai, the Administrator: We can skip the pleasantries, Vox.
Vic Vox: If you wish for this to be unpleasant, so be it. I want my book back.
Kurai, the Administrator: {The} book is no longer in my possession.
Vic Vox: Where is it?
Kurai, the Administrator: Where it belongs. Are we done?
Vic Vox: Kurai, Kurai, Kurai... Don't you feel you're being unfair? You did, after all, break into my home. You took something which I value. O' Eternal. A first edition. Signed by Victario himself. My parents, rest their souls, were so fond of his work that I was named after him! Am I not owed some sort of... reparations?
Kurai, the Administrator: Tell me what you want.
Vic Vox: I want {my} book. And since you don't have it... Kurai, I presume this is the thief? I know you don't do your own dirty work.
Kurai, the Administrator: Vic...
Vic Vox: Tell you what... You can keep the book. Give me the thief's head, and we'll call it even.
Kurai, the Administrator: Ha! You cannot be serious.
Vic Vox: I am deadly serious. Kill them. Now. In front of me.
Kurai, the Administrator: And if I don't?
Vic Vox: Then I will consider the theft an act of aggression against the Vox family. An act of war.
Kurai, the Administrator: You leave me no choice. I'm sorry, Exile. Victario Vox... it appears we are now at war.
Vic Vox: A stupid decision by a weak little girl.
Kurai, the Administrator: Goodbye Mr. Vox. And regards to your brother.
Kurai, the Administrator: Hello?
Vinny Vox: Look, brother! At last, the guest of honour has arrived, with company.
Vic Vox: The weak little girl brought her big strong bodyguard!
Vinny Vox: You were {meant} to come alone! What's wrong Lady Kurai? Are you afraid of us?
Kurai, the Administrator: Ignore them. Keep moving.
Vinny Vox: You kept us waiting so very long that we got bored. We decided to pass the time. We were playing with little... Hana, was it?
Vic Vox: Lovely name. Beautiful cat. And so affectionate!
Vinny Vox: Very affectionate! And we were having such a pleasant time with her! But then things took a turn!
Vic Vox: Hana swiped at us. Attacked us. We don't like being attacked, do we Vinny?
Vinny Vox: Not at all. Beautiful little Hana was being vicious. Mean.
Vic Vox: Very mean.
Vinny Vox: So we did to Hana what we do to anyone who attacks a Vox.
Kurai, the Administrator: Do you see them anywhere? I--... Oh... oh no. No, no, no...
Vic Vox: Hana attacked her betters. She crossed a line. Do you see, Lady Kurai? Do you {understand}?... Hellooooo? Are you deaf?
Kurai, the Administrator: ... I understand.
Vinny Vox: Good. Then we have a proposal for you. Very favourable. A truce, as long as you never interfere in Vox business again. ... Lady Kurai?
Kurai, the Administrator: ... I have a counter-proposal. How about we kill you, Vincent. And you, Victario. How about we kill both of you, and every member of your wretched family. How about {that}? How does {that} deal sound!?
Vic Vox: ...It seems discussions have broken down.
Vinny Vox: Shame. Farewell, Lady Kurai.
Whakano, the Barber: How are things aboard your ship, sir?
Faustus, the Fence: The Marylene? Oh, you know... Get a bunch of men in a small space and there's bound to be bickering and brawling. The ol' lashing arm's been getting a good workout, I must say.
Whakano, the Barber: Do they mind you spending all this time here, sir?
Faustus, the Fence: Well they don't exactly know I'm here, per se, but I imagine, rapscallions that they are, they savour any time where the man-in-charge is absent. In my day, we'd tie up the first mate, break into the swill, and see who could down the most before passing out or dying.
Whakano, the Barber: You must've met the lash when your captain came back, eh?
Faustus, the Fence: Oh, no. No no no. Most of us came from good, Innocence-fearing families. The captain knew that raising a hand to us would put him in hot water back home. We got away with murder, really. No, really, a few of the boys beat a galley slave to death. Barely got a talking to. Nowadays, of course, Admiral Darnaw lets damn-near anyone join the ranks. Horrible policy. I do enjoy doling out the punishments, though.
Faustus, the Fence: What do your people think about what happened in Oriath?
Whakano, the Barber: Barbers, sir?
Faustus, the Fence: Karui! Are they dancing round their totems singing the praises of the return of their saviour?
Whakano, the Barber: Kitava is no saviour. Far from it. Kitava is symbolic of death, of the end of all things.
Faustus, the Fence: Eh? I thought that was, uh, hinny--something.
Whakano, the Barber: Hinekora? The Mother of Death is the steward of our souls, but she has no great desire to destroy us. It's a common misunderstanding among your people.
Faustus, the Fence: Eternals?
Whakano, the Barber: Captains. I cannot speak for all Karui, but personally, I feel a great sadness for Oriath. Many people lost their lives, their homes, their families. Good people. Bad people too, but even bad people should have the opportunity to reflect on their misdeeds and change. Kitava took that opportunity away.
Faustus, the Fence: Quite right. Quite right.
Faustus, the Fence: Strange turn of events, eh Karui?
Whakano, the Barber: Are you speaking to me, sir?
Faustus, the Fence: Never imagined my people living peacefully with your people, let alone on your lands!
Whakano, the Barber: No? Some would say you've been living on Karui islands for generations.
Faustus, the Fence: Well, they were our islands by then, weren't they? Anyway, perhaps I should thank you.
Whakano, the Barber: Me?
Faustus, the Fence: Though our beautiful metropolis is now but smoldering ruins, you have given us a new home. A chance to build society anew. Hope.
Whakano, the Barber: I didn't do any of that, sir.
Faustus, the Fence: You know what I mean! Learn to accept a compliment.
Whakano, the Barber: I'm sorry, sir. Allow me to return a compliment: Thank you for not trampling our homes, taking our children, our brothers and sisters, our wives and husbands, and binding their arms and legs when you washed ashore. Thank you for limiting your recolonisation to one island, and for breaking only a few of our laws and traditions in these early days.
Faustus, the Fence: You're very welcome. See? It's not hard.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: Nashta! It is time to come home.
Nashta, The Usurper: You know I cannot, sister. My soul yearns for freedom!
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: You could {try}.
Nashta, The Usurper: I cannot live under those tyrants.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: I understand. I will give you the only freedom I can.
Nashta, The Usurper: Thank you, Adiyah. Sister.
Adiyah, the Wayfinder: You fought well, Nashta. I am proud of you.
Kurai, the Administrator: Vincent and Victario Vox!
Vinny Vox: Lady Kurai? How nice of you to join us.
Vic Vox: Unfortunately, the party has drawn to a close.
Vinny Vox: But the fun is just beginning!
Kurai, the Administrator: You petulant, overgrown children! Today you face justice.
Vic Vox: All this... f-...for a book? For a cat?
Kurai, the Administrator: No... for the {family}.
Vinny Vox: Enough, enough! You win... what do you want?
Kurai, the Administrator: Revenge.
Ara, Sister of Light: Were we expecting visitors?
Khor, Sister of Shadows: No, sister, we were not.
Khor, Sister of Shadows: You desecrate our sanctum!
Ara, Sister of Light: This will not stand.
Ara, Sister of Light: Sister--... I-...
Khor, Sister of Shadows: You fought well, sister.
Khor, Sister of Shadows: I am... done...
Ara, Sister of Light: I shall avenge, you, sister.
The Envoy: You force an intervention, Nomad. You have proved your might. You have proved your ignorance.
The Maven: The toy refuses. The toy causes me pain. Is the toy... alive...?
The Maven: I apologize to the toy. I did not realise... {you}... were like me...
The Maven: I hope we can continue to play together.
The Maven: The living toy must enjoy our contests, for it continues to play.
The Maven: ...{you}... and I should do this again soon.
The Envoy: Children are capricious, Nomad. Be warned. The memory of your sting will fade soon enough, and so too will her... contrition.

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