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| 4 | 0 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_000 | Hm? Did you need something? |
| 5 | 1 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_001 | Long live Lord Vauthry! Ha! Ha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! |
| 6 | 2 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_Q1_000_000 | What will you ask? |
| 7 | 3 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_001 | What do you do here? |
| 8 | 4 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_002 | What kind of place is this? |
| 9 | 5 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_003 | Nothing. |
| 10 | 6 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_010 | Oh, I've lived here for ages. Ten years, at least. It was my mother who brought me─though she's dead now, of course. |
| 11 | 7 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_011 | It's funny... I ought to feel sad, to think of her, but I don't. Don't feel much of anything anymore, really. I suppose there's not much point to it. I have nothing. Nothing to love, nothing to hope for─so why bother? |
| 12 | 8 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_012 | I know I'll never get up there, to Eulmore proper. I'll live here, stealing their scraps, and then I'll die here. That's all. |
| 13 | 9 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_013 | Heh heh... |
| 14 | 10 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_015 | Oh, I've lived here for ages. Ten years, at least. It was my mother who brought me─though she's dead now, of course. |
| 15 | 11 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_016 | If change had come sooner, I wonder if things might have been different... |
| 16 | 12 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_017 | Heh. Listen to me <Emphasis>wondering.</Emphasis> Imagining a better life. Not sure if that's the same thing as “hope,” but...maybe it's close enough. |
| 17 | 13 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_020 | It's called the Derelicts─after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to. |
| 18 | 14 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_021 | The buildings, the paths, the people─all forsaken, just sitting here and waiting to rot. Oh, we survive, I suppose...like maggots in a corse, feeding on whatever carrion we scrounge from the city. But live? No. |
| 19 | 15 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_022 | Long live he, and only he! HAHAHA! |
| 20 | 16 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_025 | It's called the Derelicts─after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to. |
| 21 | 17 | TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_026 | I hear tell that they're planning to use the Talos to take some of that old wood from the ships and rebuild settlements in the area. I'll be shocked if that includes ours─if you can even call this heap of junk a “settlement”─but stranger things've happened lately. |