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What do you think you'rrre lookin' at, scum? You'd best turn tail and march out of Cobra territory if you wanna live to see tomorrow.
Or maybe you'd like a private escort. My steel-tipped moccasins would be honored to show you the way out.
Wait... What's that you're holdin' there?
I don't talk to no one unless they have a Green recommendation letter. Now move! Hssssss!
I don't talk to no spies. Now move! Hssssss!
A Green recommendation letter...!? Well, why didn't you say so?
Gimme that...... Hmmmmm......
Kalsu-Kalasu! That meddling weasel. How many times have I told him that we don't need any more driveling peons cluttering our ranks and filling up on our ale...no offense, of course.
On the other hand, we could always use an extra blade. Our feathered friends from the east have backed us into a corner and it'll take more than quaint pleasantries to get us out. What'd you say your name was again?
Player Name... Doesn't sound too imposing, but I guess we have your mamma to blame for that, eh?
Now listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. Just because some Taru playin' soldier in Rolanberry thinks you got what it takes, doesn't mean you get a free pass into the Cobras.
You're gonna have to prove yourself before the boss'll even consider whether you're worthy to lick the dhalmel dung off her boots.
You've seen all those towers in West Sarutabaruta, right? Well, according to the Tarus, they play an important role in defendin' the Federation.
Problem is, they're older than the warts on my dead granddaddy's corpse, and a day don't go by when one or two of 'em up and stop runnin'.
So to ensure the safety of Windurst, the brains down at the Manustery have whipped up a solution...
Zonpa-Zippa's All-Purpose Putty!
Yeah, yeah. That crackpot name makes the bile in my gut churn, but what do you expect from a Taru?
Anyway, I want you to take this concoction to at least three towers and seal up any cracks you can find.
Why doesn't the Manustery do this themselves, you ask? Have you been to the Manustery? Those runts wouldn't last a second outside the city walls. That's why they hired us.
And now the task has been passed on to you, rookie! You should be honored!
It's not every day a commoner like you gets the opportunity to prove himself/herself to the Cobras. Don't let us down, Player Name...or you'll have me to answer to!
What took you so long? Zonpa was here hours ago thankin' us for a job well done.
Well, I hate to admit it, but you proved yourself, Player Name.
Are you in?
- Of course, do I get anything?
Alright, consider yourself an official member of the Cobras.
And do you get anything!? A swift blow to the kidneys is what you'll get if you ask another half-brained question like that again. You should be on your knees thanking me for letting you call your sorry self a Cobra.
Alright. I guess it's about time you met the boss. Hold on...
Boss!!! Boss!!!
Romaa Mihgo (WotG): This had better be good, Miah. You remember what happened to the last person who woke me from my nap.
Miah Riyuh (S): Ulp... Sir, yes, sir!
I just wanted to introduce you to the newest member of the Cobras, Player Name.
Romaa Mihgo (WotG): Hmmm......
Player Name, eh? Looks kind of scrrrawny if you ask me. You called me all the way over here to waste my time with this?
Miah Riyuh (S): Uh... Sir, no sir, ma'am. I think this one may be different. I've already given him/her an assignment and he/she came through without any problems.
Romaa Mihgo (WotG): Without any problems, you say?
Well then. Let's see what you're worth...
And that goes for you too, Miah Riyuh. Your tail is riding on Player Name 's performance.
Miah Riyuh (S): Phew...
What are you looking at!? Eager to get workin', are you?
Well, you're lookin' at the wrong girl.
You see that Taru over there, Kolin-Olin? Ask him.
Oh, and don't forget this Bronze Ribbon of Service ∮.
It'll prrrove that you're fightin' on the right side. Check with Evaluation Official Llewellyn if you wanna know more.
Now, I have more important things to be doin' than babysittin' new recruits.
Try not to get yourself smeared under an Orcish warmachine.
- Sorry, but I'm having second thoughts.
Second thoughts!? You really do have somethin' missing up there, don't you?
I can't force you to do anything, but if you regain your senses, give me a holler.
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