Sarya the Droll
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Sarya the Droll is a charr fighter located in The Bane who is depressed by her current losing streak.
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- Leave me alone.
- What's wrong?
- You wouldn't understand.
- You don't know that.
- No one can help me. What good is a soldier who can't fight? I'm a failure to my warband, my legion and my sire.
- Thank you, <Character name>. I try to keep myself in fighting trim. Perhaps next time, I'll draw a weaker opponent.
- Or maybe next time, you will prove a stronger adversary. So long.
Nonsense! You look like you could tear the head off a grawl!
- Hmm. If we learn from defeat, then there is hope for me. Thank you.
- Believing in yourself is a powerful thing.
Sometimes we learn more from defeat than victory. Don't give up so easily.
- You're right. If I act like a soldier, then perhaps I will be mistaken for a soldier.
- May you find the beast inside. Farewell!
Stop squawking like a plucked moa and grow some horns. Act like a soldier!
- I'll leave you alone. It seems you're resigned to your fate.
- Probably not. Good-bye.
- All right. Good-bye.
- If charr
- Keep walking, <Character name>. A hero like you shouldn't be seen talking to someone like me.
- What do you mean?
- I've just lost another bout. My curse is that although I always lose, I somehow manage to survive. Which condemns me to live with the disgrace.
- Anything I can do to help?
- No one can help me. What good is a soldier who can't fight? I'm a failure to my warband, my legion and my sire.
- Thank you, <Character name>. I try to keep myself in fighting trim. Perhaps next time, I'll draw a weaker opponent.
- Or maybe next time, you will prove a stronger adversary. So long.
Nonsense! You look like you could tear the head off a grawl!
- Hmm. If we learn from defeat, then there is hope for me. Thank you.
- Believing in yourself is a powerful thing.
Sometimes we learn more from defeat than victory. Don't give up so easily.
- You're right. If I act like a soldier, then perhaps I will be mistaken for a soldier.
- May you find the beast inside. Farewell!
Stop squawking like a plucked moa and grow some horns. Act like a soldier!
- I'll leave you alone. It seems you're resigned to your fate.
- Then I'll leave you alone with your shame. So long.
- All right. Bye.