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Black Mage is a thinker.
|Black Mage||Get offa me!|
|Red Mage||Hey! How'd you live?|
Now, if Jumpin' Jack Ass and Red Moron are done, we do have a quest to finish up here.
|Thief||Since when do you care about quests?|
|Black Mage||Since it's a convenient excuse to butcher Sir Hopsalot for revenge.|
|Dragoon||You mean Red Mage or me?|
|Dragoon||As I told your comrades, I do not have the Orb of Air.|
|Black Mage||Y'know, that's the kind of detail I'm prepared to work out after you die.|
|Dragoon||I used to have it. But then it got kinda lost.|
Or slightly stolen. I was never exactly clear on that.
|Thief||I knew this was the tower!|
|Black Mage||Great, let's gut the jerk!|
|Dragoon||But I don't have the orb.|
|Black Mage||Don't care. Gonna gut ya.|