Holding out his leather spice pouch Kuraci Outrider Blaine says, in northern accented sirihish: "This shit will make you a drov-damned sexual anakore, just like me!"
After snorting a pinch of colorful spice Kuraci Outrider Blaine says, in northern accented sirihish: "I ain't got time to bleed."
While gazing cautiously over the horizon the buff, rugged Benjari says, in tribal-accented sirihish: "I'm scared Poncho."
White-knuckled as he grips his crossbow tightly the skinny, short-haired human says, in rinthi-accented sirihish: "Kank-shit. You ain't afraid of no man."
As he cuts on himself with an obsidian hawkblade the buff, rugged Benjari says, in tribal-accented sirihish: "There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die."
As she stares wide-eyed the lithe, dark-haired lass says, in tribal-accented sirihish: "When I was little, we found a man. He looked like - like, butchered. The old woman around the tents crossed themselves... and whispered crazy things, strange things."
Scrunching up her face as she grimaces the lithe, dark-haired lass says, in tribal-accented benjari: "El Diablo cazador de hombres."
Staring into the tall, muscular man's face the lithe, dark-haired lass says, in tribal-accented sirihish: "Only in the hottest years this happens. And this year, it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skins... and sometimes much, much worse."
Speaking plainly the lithe, dark-haired lass says, in tribal-accented benjari: "El cazador trofeo de los hombres"
Continuing to explain to the tall, muscular man the lithe, dark haired lass says, in tribal-accented sirihish: "Means the demon who makes trophies of men."
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The whole movie is like all of the best Byn/Salarr/Kurac plots I've ever been involved in where something terrible is happening in a far corner of the Known, an RPT is held where a group goes out to investigate and then most of us die horribly to some terrible evil thing(s) only the twisted minds of Armageddon staff could dream up!
