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Synopsis:
One-liner with a worker in the Flophouse.
How to trigger:
Debug Book - Go To Region - Act 3 Wyrm's Crossing - Flophouse
Talk to the worker on the first floor.
7. : What do you reckon, lass? You trust these Steel Watcher thingymajigs?,
FEMALEWYR_Flophouse_HasMet_Guest_003
7. : What do you reckon, lad? You trust these Steel Watcher thingymajigs?,
MALEWYR_Flophouse_HasMet_Guest_003
7. : What do you reckon, pal? You trust these Steel Watcher thingymajigs?WYR_Flophouse_HasMet_Guest_003
1. Player: What's a Steel Watcher?
4. : You bonked yer head recently? Didn't spot them by the gate? Big metal bastards, even bigger swords?
6. Player: I trust them about as far as I could throw them.
3. : I dunno, you're a pretty big bastard, I reckon you'd chuck one further than most. But I catch yer drift. ,
BARBARIAN
3. : Aye, I'll second that.
5. Player: Sure, why not.
0. : Aye, do you now? Don't trust the whole thing, meself.
2. : S'all right while we can get work repairing 'em. But what happens when they build something else to do that? It's no good, I tell you...End
8. : What if they build a machine that can drink pints? Put half the bloody city out of jobs, that. WYR_Flophouse_HasMet_Guest_003End