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"This diva... I need to teach her how to make a pipe bomb."
“He looks like he could use a lesson in explosions!”
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"I can kick very far. You are just the right size for it."
“You have truly made a name for yourself in Noxus, Nabim. You are hard on your soldiers, but you know how to make warriors out of men. If you ever make it back to Shurima, I would be honored to spar with you.”
“I’ve heard of your tale, Batamelek. You are a far more honorable man than I have ever been…but I will definitely take your offer into consideration. I could learn something from you.”
“The Shuriman techniques you provide give us a great advantage over our enemies. Your work is never overlooked, Nabim.”
“Yes, thank you, Captain. You and I are similar in nature. It makes things much easier.”
He swallows hard as he takes a quick look at the rather equine featured man. Shit. He felt his heart rate go up as he stared at Nabim. "H-hello." He quickly straightened out his posture and gave the man a salute. "Have a good day!" Vimal practically bolted away, needing time to process the man he had just come across. He would need time to compose himself before he could have a proper conversation with Nabim.
“You look like you’ve been busy…sleeping. Hope that no one’s bothered you too much, Kanaskis.”
"You should be more gentle with your judgements, Atalos. It is none of your concern what I have been up to for all of these years. So what if I was in a deep slumber? Was there truly anything worth seeing?" He sighs and shakes his head. "It is good to see you too, Atalos."
Shesoq snarled and licked his chops as he circled the foreign Vastaya. He seemed a little uneasy, but not afraid. “Choose your movements carefully, hunter. I will not be prey again, never again.”
"Woah, woah, woah! You were never on my radar, believe me! There wouldn't be honor in killing an apex hunter like yourself. If I killed a hunter who was clearly my better, I'd be dishonored for life!"
“You deserve just as much respect, Devidan! I have heard tales of your hunts. Perhaps one of these days we could rally together for one?”
"To fight against the forces of evil that created you is the most noble act. I carry a great deal of respect for Hendrishan. His dedication to the hunt is worthy of admiration."
"Zako, I rather enjoy when you are present. You are extremely efficient in your work. You have also introduced me to the Poro creature. Thank you for introducing me to the cute Poro creature."
"Anytime I hear his voice I just... UGHHH!!!!!" Evanna throws a vanity across the room. "Oh! My! God! He just made me ruin my new vanity! What an idiot! Someone get me a new one, NOW!"
"Please continue being weird towards the large cat man. It sparks joy within me."
“I will have to decline.” Zako was here purely to trail her next target, but she was already taking a liking to Bahati’s friendliness. “I do have some questions, however.”
"Are you here to get a tattoo or are you just looking?" Bahati gives Zako a playful look as she performs a rather intricate tattoo on a large man, sticking him with at least ten ink dipped needles. "You know! I could tattoo one of those little fluffy things you're so fond of somewhere."
"I'm going to bet that you've gotten a tramp stamp at some point, Remus. That seems like the kind of thing you would do." She clicks her tongue in sarcastic disapproval and turns to look him in the eyes. "If you ever need it touched up, you know where to find me."
"She comes into my parlor sometimes, though she never says anything. I'm a bit intimidated by her if I'm honest. She's got one of the coldest stares that I've ever encountered."
“What a curse it is to be beautiful.” Cyran gave a dramatic sigh. “I will be sure to send more your way. After all, you’re the only one who perfectly depicts my enchanting form.”
"Cyran, do you have any idea how many men I've had come into my parlor requesting that I tattoo you on their bodies? You've got them making such... rash decisions. Well done. I'll never complain about a few extra coins in my pocket."
“Take your time. I know that your work is intricate and high quality. I’ll be here to ensure that these men don’t try anything foolish.” He paused for a second, giving the soldiers a glance that gave them more nerves. “Do charge them double if they squirm or cry even once.”
"As much as I appreciate the extra protection you've set up around my parlor, I can handle myself, Captain. You don't need to worry about me!" She pauses for a moment and then looks over to the waiting room of the parlor, where at least six of the captain's soldiers are situated. "Oh. That makes more sense. Don't worry, they'll be out of my hair and back into your care as soon as possible."
"You look like someone who could rock a tattoo. I'll even do it for free if you need more incentive."
“Your apology is not-not necessary, friend. You have-have been dealt a hand that is so-so difficult to control. There is a quiet-quiet room in the back of my shop that is good-good for meditation. Go there while I prepare a special-special mixture just for you. It will help with the pain, yes-yes, as well as the bad-bad thoughts.”
“Momas! Momas, you must forgive me for knocking that set of ointments down. It seemed like for a moment I… I lost myself. I have everything under control now. Did I…say anything that disturbed you? I cannot remember so easily…”
“I feel sympathy for you, Ki’Thun; but your instability makes my job a lot harder than it needs to be… Wander too far and I may have to put your unfortunate existence to rest.”