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Ahh...
Thalmont was a pleasant land
before these drunken faggots
came through our villages.
Ahh...
*drunken gibberish*
Hold!
No.
Where is my sister?
*giggle* No one knows.
Ah!
Ask the tax collectors!
Ask the Dwarves!
Ask the children?
Ask the Gods!
Where?
Ask The Commander of the Botherhood Outpost.
You are a ***.
No.
*scratches balls*
What toubles you, my good chum?
Where is my sister?
Do you mean the drunken ho'?
Most likely, my good sir.
Aye, for a time...
Where?!
... the "bad gal"
Aye. I "came" through our "bad gal" thrice weekly.
If I discover a single damaged follicle of hair on her cranium...
I regret to inform you that forementioned inebriated *** passed away.
Aye.
From 'ho to gallows.
That should be the fate
of every gal methinks.
(The truth is... I'm swag and ruthless!)
Hold!
Wait.
I recognise you!
Where is my sister?
(you can figure this part out)
(whoa!)
FIRE IN THE HOLE! TERRORISTS WIN!
Ahhhh...
Aye.
You are a sissy.
Where is my sister!
The Brotherhood has no interest in ***.
How dare you besmirch the honor of my sibling!
*baaa*
Listen!
Who are you?
I have not seen you here before.
I dun' tol't ya!
Do not disregard the audio you are receiving!
Where is my meat!
Gandohar loev goats.
Aye! :D
Wait.
Help him-
Silence, masturbator.
It took us months to find goats.
Please disclose the location, my friend.
My goats are not known for their patience...
You must eat them immediately!
Why here?
Do it!
Thanks! I will think about it...
...you felonious exhibitionist.
Lost another loan to Ditech!
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