Grenadier
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Acid Res: 0 Elec Res: 0 Cold Res: 0 Heat Res: 0 | |
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Grenadier |
Faction
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Merchants' Guild (Loved100 Reputation) |
Demeanor
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Corpse Dropped
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human corpse(favilink error!) (90%) |
Role
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Skirmisher |
Their fingers are stained with soot, the devil's ink. Scars criss-cross their way up their arms.
Dialogue
Need something blown up, (player's formaladdressterm)?
Grenades do no good sitting in a pack. Don't forget to use them.
(player's formaladdressterm), there is little you can't solve with a well-thrown grenade... as long as you don't stand too close.
Defoliant and fungicide are perfectly safe, but you may wish to avoid breathing too deeply all the same.
Can I serve you something explosive, (player's formaladdressterm)?
You'll be back, (player's formaladdressterm), provided you don't blow yourself up.
Greetings, (player's formaladdressterm). Be careful with my wares as you peruse them.
How is your throwing arm, (player's formaladdressterm)? Barring that, do you feel lucky?
It's a dangerous job, (player's formaladdressterm), but well worth it.
The vintners say that 'one rose is fair, but five is death'. I can sell you blossoms that mean death no matter the number.
Live and drink, (player's formaladdressterm).
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