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Survivor

Is it pig-Odin?

He died with honor.

We ride to battle!

Will you fight alongside me, pig?

That pig looks brave.

It has been tainted by Fenrir.

Another beast of the coin!

I wish him nightmares!

She hath need of feathers.

She conquers beauty sleep.

Your wonders are nothing compared to Valhalla!

Goda nott!

He deals in the black arts.

May his nightmares consume him.

Your time is better spent on the fruits of the hunt, pig!

May his dreams show him the errors of his craft!

She trades in Freya's things.

May Freya grant you the sweetest of dreams.

I prefer horned helms upon my skull.

She has lowered her defenses.

Ah! A pig after my own heart!

May you dream of Valhalla.

A chieftain in this clan of pigs.

Mayor Truffleston

Doubtless dreaming of the votes which consume him.

Mayor Truffleston

A pig which repairs many things.

Sleep consumes him.

A beast which does Dwarfish labor.

I wish him a fine slumber!

Do you have anything from the old country?

He sleeps the sleep of the almost dead.

O, great lady!

An honorable warrior.

May you dream of Valhalla!

A fellow warrior! May we meet in battle!

He leaves himself vulnerable.

Shopkeep, prepare to barter!

Sleep well, fair barterer.

May his quest for sweet foods be fruitful.

Has left himself vulnerable.

The hide of a pig creature.

It smells of breakfast!

Do these pigs worship Loge?

To the victor go the spoils.

Hel's fire!

A fortification fit for war!

Aflame!

A tower from which to guard the queen.

A call to light the fires.

Some strange pig scrawl

A Gullinbursti shrine, perhaps?

A terrible monument to non-meat!

Crumbling Carved Stone