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!Script !Video How ya been? Gettin' used to the way things are done around here?
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 * colspan="2"| Knight of Gold - Recollection (pt.1) - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
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 * Naja Salaheem: Hoho! Well, if it isn't Player name.

Naja Salaheem: You're in luck, 'cause I happen to be in a pretty good mood today.

Naja Salaheem: Our profits have been startin' to look up since you joined us.

Naja Salaheem: Maybe you've brrrought us some luck, traveler.

Naja Salaheem: I've also got this persistent feelin' somethin' good is gonna happen today...

Naja Salaheem: Why do I get the feelin' I've had this feelin' before...?

Naja Salaheem: I don't think I wanna remember...

???: I have returned!

Naja Salaheem: Oh, it's...him...

Naja Salaheem: It's about time.

Naja Salaheem: What the hell took ya so long? Did ya deliver a supplies package to every blasted member of the Immortals?

???: How dare you...

Naja Salaheem: Oh, but surrrely ya didn't get lost on the way, or get your supplies package stolen, or anything like that, now did you?

Naja Salaheem: Wouldn't make a difference even if you were the San d'Orian Temple Knights'--

Raillefal: You will call me Raillefal!

Naja Salaheem: Oh, that was your name!

Naja Salaheem: You'll have to forgive me. These damn foreign names are so hard to rrremember.

Naja Salaheem: You're gonna have to wrrrite that one down before I forget ya completely, Sir Knight.

Raillefal: You would do well to remember. Lend me that sheet of parchment!

Naja Salaheem: You gotta be pulling my tail. How in blazes do ya read this? R-a-i-l-l-e-f-a-n? Ya pronounce that like "really fun" or somethin'?

Raillefal: That is no "N"! The last letter is an "L," I tell you! An "L"!

Naja Salaheem: You have a rrreally weird sense of humor, Sir Rifin, but I'm afraid you won't get any chuckles that way in Aht Urhgan. Our comedy is much more sophisticated than your nation's, obviously.

Naja Salaheem: But whatever. You've accomplished your task, which means ya finally made it in to Salaheem's Sentinels. At least that says somethin' for ya.

Naja Salaheem: Well then, Riffle. Welcome to the world of Private Second Class. Ya better prepare yourself for the jobs I'm gonna give ya.

Raillefal: Second class!?

Naja Salaheem: Falzum! Don't just stand therrre with your head in the clouds! Be a good role model and drum some mercenary spirit into this gentleman.

Naja Salaheem: Everything should be just peachy now, right?

Naja Salaheem: Riffle.

Naja Salaheem: Hey you, Private Second Class!

Raillefal: My name is pronounced "rye-fall." Raillefal! It's not that difficult!

Raillefal: You must learn to address me with respect!

Naja Salaheem: Hey Riffle, wake up and smell the roses. Just who d'ya think ya are, anyway? A prince?

Raillefal: ...M-most certainly not!

Naja Salaheem: All rrright then, clean your ears out and listen up close.

Naja Salaheem: This is my board, and you are my pawns.

Naja Salaheem: You're expendable and easily rrreplaceable!

Raillefal: I can stand this absurdity no longer!

Raillefal: Adventurer, do you find no fault with Naja's foul attitude? She thinks she is a queen, but she is most certainly not!

Naja Salaheem: Obviously ya don't know beans about bein' a mercenary.

Naja Salaheem: Get out there in the mud with the boys and do your job, and next thing, ya could be rollin' in gil instead.

Naja Salaheem: I have no room here for snivelin' bellyachers. Find somethin' better to do with your time than grrrumble and moan.

Naja Salaheem: Falzum! Drrrag this puk-brained adventurer to the Commissions Agency and have him sent off on the most hazardous task they can dig up.

Raillefal: I refuse. I need no escort.

Raillefal: In addition, I must attend a previous engagement. I will venture to the agency on my own time.

Naja Salaheem: You...you...

Naja Salaheem: ...Good-for-nothing, mutton-headed, son of a Troll! And I was in a good mood, too!

Naja Salaheem: Falzum, if I were you, I'd curse the luck that brought you here!

Naja Salaheem: Go, and don't let that clot out of your sight!

Naja Salaheem: Well, tan my hide! I've gone and rrremembered that thing I'd rather forget!

Naja Salaheem: Grrr! Hasn't Falzum found that Elvaan yet?

Falzum: President Naja!

Falzum: I-I-I can't c-c-control that m-m-man!

Falzum: Please! You have to give this task to somebody else!

Naja Salaheem: Just when I thought you'd finally rrreturned... Ya start whimpering at me like a half-drrrowned Qiqirn!

Naja Salaheem: Falzum? Are ya trrrying to tell me you're rrrefusin' an order from your president!?

Falzum: Gyaaah!

Naja Salaheem: What kind of mercenary are ya if ya can't handle that pompous blockhead all by yourself! You'll never make officer rank!

Naja Salaheem: Bah! You're not even listenin' to me...

Naja Salaheem: He's an Elvaan all prettied up in gold armor. You can spot him from a malm away... Grab him and brrring him back here!

Naja Salaheem: Don't come back until you find him! Do you get me? Then get on it!
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