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10TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SEQ_00Commander Bloeidin has a request of you, and when a Red Swallow asks nicely for something, it is best to oblige.
21TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SEQ_01Bloeidin is concerned about his scouts, who eat far too much weevil and too little meat and fish. Grill them a large trout using the nearby campfire.
32TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SEQ_02The fish looks enticingly crispy, a credit to your cooking prowess. Remove it from the fire.
43TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SEQ_03You have a grilled warmwater trout of great size, with deliciously singed skin and succulent flesh. You will not see its like again. Give it to the three Red Swallows.
54TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SEQ_04Notwithstanding the disheartening lack of three-star reviews, the scouts have been fed. Inform Commander Bloeidin that his troops are satiated.
65TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SEQ_05Having spoken with the commander, you find your heart strangely stirred by his words of admiration for his soldiers. While it would have been better manners for the scouts to have exclaimed over the fish, it cannot be expected of former pirates.
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2524TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_TODO_00Grill the trout at the nearby campfire.
2625TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_TODO_01Take the grilled trout off the fire.
2726TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_TODO_02Give the grilled trout to the soldiers.
2827TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_TODO_03Report to Bloeidin.
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4948TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_BLOEIDIN_000_000The commissary finally received a shipment this morning\xe2\x94\x80that should make things a bit easier around here. The brass sent me a fresh warmwater trout, biggest I've seen. The privilege of command, eh?
5049TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_BLOEIDIN_000_001But I can't rightly eat it myself. My three best scouts haven't had anything like real food in weeks. They're out finding paths and breaking kobold skulls every day. So I'm going to ask you to grill that fine trout and serve it to them.
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5655TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SOLDIERA_000_020I am steel! Hear me, you mole bastards? I am steel!
5756TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SOLDIERA_000_025The commander sends a plate, eh? Smells good! I usually like beef, hot and bloody, but this'll do for a snack.
5857TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SOLDIERB_000_030The Twelve watch over me, and if I should perish before this day is over, may I take as many of the enemy as I've known doxies.
5958TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SOLDIERB_000_035Trout? Bah. I'd a fancy for a fat hen. There are four things I like: a bit of petticoat, a mug of sour beer, a leg of fowl, and a whole lot of dead kobolds.
6059TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SOLDIERC_000_040This ain't getting easier, going out day after day. 'Specially with that smell of fish grilling...
6160TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_SOLDIERC_000_045What's this, now? The commander had you grill it up for \x02\x1a\x02\x02\x03us\x02\x1a\x02\x01\x03? Ohoho! Look at the size of the thing... But next time, give us a suckling pig!
6261TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_BLOEIDIN_000_050Haha, that's my boys, no respect 'cept where it counts. Mark my words: soon as your back was turned, all three fell to, and swore 'twas the best thing they ever tasted.
6362TEXT_GAIUSB403_00859_BLOEIDIN_000_051We're a crew, you hear me? Them that's here, them that's gone, them that's eating their heart out at Bronze Lake. The Red Swallows do for each other, and Ifrit never takes the hindmost because there ain't ever anyone left behind.