Chauden: What the fopdoodle...? *Are you about to put an arrow in me head?* -- Torg (pulling back his bow and arrow in alarm): /*Whoah!*/ Sorry! Didn't see your anima! -- Chauden (annoyed): Fine reason to almost murder a bloke! Maybe ye should look harder! -- Torg: It was an honest mistake! /Are those pies?/ Chauden: Me Gram's savory Swede pies. Bringin' them to Scattleburg for trade. Chauden's me name! -- Torg: We just came from there. We're on our way to Hampshir to kill a monster. Chauden: Ye're the hunters from Scattleburg? Torg: We are. -- Chauden: /Ye single-handedly wiped out *all* the terrifying monsters in the surrounding farms of Scattleburg!/ Please take a pie with me thanks. -- Riff: But... Why? You're not from Scattleburg, we didn't protect you. -- Chauden (confused): Yer anima shows your confusion is true. Are ye /addled?/ Why would 'where I'm from' alter me appreciation of protectin' life? And ye look hungry. Why would I /not/ offer food? -- Torg: Yeah, Riff's a bit addled! What were you looking to trade in Scattlebug [sic: should be Scattleburg]? Chauden: Some nicer clothes. And I need a hat. -- (They part company; this time Torg is driving, with Riff at his side and Daebo in the back -- all with a piece of pie) Riff: Capes are impractical. Torg (wearing Chauden's cape): Capes are cool! Chauden (wearing Torg's hat): Hunters from Scattleburg, remember to steer clear of the sorceress' tower! She'll enslave yer minds! -- Daebo: We've heard the stories. Safe travels, Chauden!
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