| Bandit Note | It it a Lorebook. - Bandit Note: Greghor, need a word with you. Fence says the math doesn’t add up right. Says she saw you skulking around the reserves last night. Says we’re short two boxes of the good stuff.
- Bandit Note: No need to worry. I know you’ll make it right. And I know you’ll come tell me exactly how. I’d hate to let you go. The wargs like you, my friend. But they like fresh meat too. Think on that.
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