Terron
Welcome to our flock.
Farewell.
Blessed be this meat, blessed be ravager.{^n}{^n}We will become strong. We will survive.
Good luck.
Haven't we suffered enough?{^n}{^n}Leave us alone!
Fine, I'll go.
Do you hunger as I have, creature?{^n}{^n}Does Ravager bless you so?

He does.
He does not.
I worship no gods.
There is a hunger within you, lowlander. I can sense it.{^n}{^n}It demands release. Let it claw to the surface.
The beast within must hunt.
Yes! Ravager demands it.{^n}{^n}May your fangs drink deep.
Ravager?
Hmm, then you do not know...{^n}{^n}Please, speak to the chieftain. He will guide you.
Alright.
I'd rather not.
They will.
Uhuh.
I control the beast.
But do you? It is right there, simmering beneath the surface.{^n}{^n}The rage, the hunger. You must sate it.

You are mistaken.
I must go.
I do not give in to such urges.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Come, come, lowlander.{^n}{^n}All are welcome within our flock.
Your flock?
Yes. We are the downtrodden, the discarded and forgotten.{^n}{^n}But, within Ravager, we have found new strength.

I see.
Thank you.
Farewell.
