Reimian Empire

— What is he saying? — Feeling irritated by his inability to understand the words exchanged between the Marquis and the local leader, Gesper couldn't resist intervening.
— He is suggesting that we participate in a banquet in honor of our meeting. He says that is their custom.
— Nonsense! Why would I sit at the same table with these degenerate-looking Barbarians? It's outrageous, unacceptable. I propose a more practical and aesthetically pleasing solution to this issue: let's send them to the afterlife.

- I was afraid of something like this, - the girl turned to the other mercenaries, - what do you think about all this?

It's not for nothing that Revan gave us so little water. There must be a way to replenish it.

Okay, we'll wait for Nebk. If we make the wrong choice, I'll blame it all on him.