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    Synopsis:

    Two duergar have made a deep gnome their personal slave. This is their exchange as the player nears them. The gnome is doing what he has to, but he isn't afraid to give them lip.


  • 5.
    Ward Magmar
    : Get your squat-arse moving. Throat's dry as derro bones.devnoteb7b1308a-7b6a-d43a-4c6c-1a5f014f08b2_Bb7b1308a-7b6a-d43a-4c6c-1a5f014f08b2_B = False, b7b1308a-7b6a-d43a-4c6c-1a5f014f08b2_A = False
    • 6.
      Skickpit
      : Yeah? Open wide. I got some piss for your pot.
      • 1.
        Ward Magmar
        : You flirting again, Stickshit?
        • 2.
          Skickpit
          : In your dreams, knobhead.
          End
  • 8.
    Ward Magmar
    : Still waiting, Stickshit. This mug ain't filling itself.b7b1308a-7b6a-d43a-4c6c-1a5f014f08b2_Ab7b1308a-7b6a-d43a-4c6c-1a5f014f08b2_B
    • 9.
      Skickpit
      : Hold your pecker. I'm getting to it.devnote
      End
  • 10.
    Ward Magmar
    : Hey Stickshit.b7b1308a-7b6a-d43a-4c6c-1a5f014f08b2_A
    • 4.
      Skickpit
      : It's 'Skickpit', you pisspot.devnote
      • 7.
        Ward Magmar
        : That's what I said. 'Stickshit.'
        • 3.
          Ward Pistle
          : My mug's gone dry, Stickshit.
          • 0.
            Ward Magmar
            : You heard her, Stickshit. Fill 'er up.
            End