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    <string name="0dQLkzEw">To co nazywasz 'honorem'... Nie uważam, że to najlepiej dobrane słowo</string>
    <string name="0FHF0OXK">Jestem chirurgiem. Uczyłem się w znanej na całe Imperium akademii w {IMPERIALCAPITAL}. Miałem licznych bogatych, jak i wpływowych pacjentów. Myślałem, że jestem poza zasięgiem niebezpieczeństw i intryg dziejących się w państwie. </string>
    <string name="0reAi03W">Byłam pastuchem. W normalnych okolicznościach zajmowaliby się tym chłopcy, jako że musieliby spędzać całe dnie samotnie na łąkach. W naszej wsi chłopców było jak na lekarstwo, a ja świetnie strzelałam z procy, odstraszając wilki.</string>
    <string name="0SnKUaex">Bez wątpienia, to smutna kolej rzeczy. Co zamierzasz zrobić?</string>
    <string name="0ty7hiZI"> Brałem udział w wielu walkach i mam na swych rękach krew niejednego woja. Nie bierz zdania mego za gwarancję - popytaj ludzi. Ale wiedz, że zabijałem tylko tych, którzy na to zasłużyli i tylko w uczciwej walce.</string>
    <string name="12lOrxfb">Chłopcy z niedalekiej wioski nie dawali mi spokoju, a zwłaszcza syn wodza. Chcieli ode mnie tego, czego chcą wszyscy chłopcy. Pewnego dnia zakradł się za mną i próbował wziąć mnie siłą. Ale miałam przy sobie nóż... </string>
    <string name="157MgVWG">Mówią, żem koniokrad. Jeździłem tylko po tutejszych ulicach na wspaniałym koniu, a Karakhuzaici uchodzą za ubogich. Zapłaciłem za niego srebrem, a ten przeklęty Arkit który mi go sprzedał - najwyraźniej chciał zatrzymać zarówno konia, jak i srebro. Więc moje słowo stoi naprzeciw jego, a gawiedź stoi po stronie Arkitów.</string>
    <string name="1Gr3wo1m">Byłem kowalem. Jak widzisz, rosły ze mnie chłop. Lubiłem swoją pracę. Miałem skromny sklep na głównej ulicy mojego miasta. Odłożyłem nieco pieniędzy i myślałem o ożenku z jakąś dziewką.</string>
    <string name="1gXv1YlG">Gdyby wybór zależał ode mnie, nikomu nie zrobiłbym krzywdy. Żyłbym na swojej ziemi, jadł z jej plonów, ożenił się i miał dzieci. Ale niebiosa postanowiły o moim losie - miecz mój zawsze ma być zbroczony krwią innych mężów. Bogate mieszczaństwo dobrze za to płaci.</string>
    <string name="1paC3mV1">Tak. Zbyt wielu ludzi po obu stronach prawa żerują na najsłabszych.</string>
    <string name="1qrysbeT">Gdyby chłop był dostatecznie pijany, mógłbym z łatwością zaopiekować się ich sakwą. Czasem należało jednak komuś lekko przydzwonić w czerep. Interesowali mnie jednak tylko wędrowcy - z tutejszymi zawsze może wyjść draka. Jak mój ojciec mawiał, w każdym zawodzie znajdzie się nieco finezji i polotu.</string>
    <string name="1Slubhxc">Niewielu zadaje takie pytanie.</string>
    <string name="1ssGvu9j">Mogę opowiedzieć o sobie. Jeśli spędzisz odpowiednio sporo czasu pośród kupców, prędzej czy później usłyszysz o przypowieści która służy za przestrogę. Pełno w niej marudzenia i gadania o moralności.</string>
    <string name="1ubcomnD">Nie lubię chełpić się swymi czynami, więc zostawię to w tym miejscu. Wykonuję dużo zleceń dla tutejszych handlarzy, jako wolny strzelec. Jestem sam sobie panem. Interesuje mnie tylko ich srebro. Nie, żebym od razu był najemnikiem.</string>
    <string name="21QinZCq">Cóż, teraz wojna trwa w najlepsze, niewielu więc interesują wyścigi na rydwanach. Udałem się na wędrówkę, szukając chleba w armii. Pierwej przyszło mi naprawiać wozy, a niedługo potem przydałem się przy budowie torsyjnej katapulty. Nauczyło mnie to nieco o inżynierii. Prawdę mówiąc, dużo więcej niż nieco. </string>
    <string name="22ajCymb">Cóż, chyba mogę ci powiedzieć co i jak. W każdym razie wszyscy o tym już pewnikiem wiedzą, to nic nowego. </string>
    <string name="26RU4ZRj">TEST23 Czekaj... To słynne sprzeciwienie się, o którym mówisz. Było ono przeciw twym własnym ludziom? TEST23</string>
    <string name="28RfiykG">Każdego dnia, ślę swe dziękczynienia niebiosom, że nie urodziłem się barbarzyńcą.</string>
    <string name="2BKMNXE7">Brałem udział w trzech bitwach pod chorągwią sułtana, a także w dwóch kolejnych pod sztandardami Qild. Nigdy więcej.</string>
    <string name="2mOdY5gW">Za Arenicosa służyłem w Vaegirskiej gwardii. Braliśmy dyscyplinę bardzo poważnie i byliśmy dumni z naszego poziomu. Później zaczęły się zamieszki. To, co ujrzałem w {IMPERIALCAPITAL}.. Po dziś dzień jest mi za to wstyd.</string>
    <string name="2PZsQPty">Opowiem ci swoją historię. Nigdy... Nigdy z nikim o tym nie rozmawiałem. Może to tutejsze wino tak na mnie działa. Wiedz jednak, że jeśli piśniesz o tym choćby słówko, odetnę ci jęzor.</string>
    <string name="2rX8VwCj">Czemu nie? Opowiem ci co nieco.</string>
    <string name="2VTD9b4L">Jak się składało, moi sąsiedzi musieli dać uzbrojonego męża w ramach poboru dla królewskiej armii. Żaden nie chciał iść na wojnę, toteż zaproponowałem im siebie. Kupili mi miecz, konia, kaftan i konia, robiąc ze mnie wojownika.</string>
    <string name="2ZiWirPM">Lubię walczyć, zresztą dobrze za to płacą. Ale walczę tylko z dala od domu, coby żadna hańba nie spadła na mój ród.</string>
    <string name="31XTldnZ">Bardzo mi przykro z powodu twego losu, droga pani.</string>
    <string name="33Dzgon7">Dajmy na to, chcesz aby ktoś zginął. Komu zapłaciłbyś, żeby się tego kogoś pozbyć? Mógłbym go odnaleźć, szturchnąć go barkiem, burknąć zniewagę lub dwie. Wtedy on dobyłby broni - to byłby ostatni błąd w jego życiu. Ale jak już wspomniałem, to byłaby uczciwa walka. Nie dźgnąłbym nikogo w plecy. To zagrywka dla szubrawców bez honoru.</string>
    <string name="37d1A0AM">Żyję z mordu. Niektórzy trudzą się tym co ja, wymyślają opowieści o byciu sierotami wojen, żądzy zemsty i tak dalej. Lej na to czcze gadanie.</string>
    <string name="3AbNYbOo">Może niegdyś tacy byli, ale zmienili się nie do poznania. Rabowali, brali siłą żywność od chłopów, oskarżali rolników o szpiegostwo i zabijali ich, po to tylko aby wzbudzić w innych lęk. Pewnego dnia rzekłem więc 'Wszyscy jesteście zwykłymi zbirami.' Chcieli mnie zabić. Mój kuzyn wstawił się za mną - zaszlachtowali więc jego.</string>
    <string name="3J76GzZh">Mój ojciec był katafraktem na wschodzie. Mieliśmy skromny majątek, z którego pokryliśmy zakup zbroi i konia. I was raised to take his place on the imperial troop rosters when he came of age.</string>
    <string name="3QxjeC94">Jesteś najbardziej sumiennym synem i bratem.</string>
    <string name="3W1H83WZ">Jeśli znasz dowódcę który w jakimkolwiek stopniu jest hojny i honorowy, to nie znajdzie on odważniejszego woja ode mnie.</string>
    <string name="3Yax10rQ">Być może coś jest w tych legendach, ponieważ mi żyło się dobrze, a mój pan stał się bardzo bogaty. Dekret wydany w Imperium prawi o tym, że zabójstwo na arenie jest niedopuszczalne. Ale nikt nie zagląda za kurtyny podczas prywatnych walk organizowanych przez magnatów, przez co wielu mnie podobnych niewolników musiało czuć chłód mego ostrza na swych piersiach.</string>
    <string name="3yK4uXyt">Jestem inżynierem. Uczyłem się dzięki znajomościom w armii. To był dobry system nauki - pieniądze szły z cesarskiego skarbca, toteż ichni słudzy trzymali na nas oko. Nie jest jednak sekretem, że kufry w Imperium zaczęły świecić pustkami. Teraz fortece i warownie są zarządzane przez poszczególnych seniorów. Ci zaś mogą polegać tylko na tym, o czym wspomną im niewykształceni 'specjaliści'.</string>
    <string name="41Et3Siz">Chcesz posłuchać opowiastki? Wrzuć więc miedziaka ku kompanowi, który zna pieśń o Kais i Layali, bo nie poznasz jej ode mnie.</string>
    <string name="4ee0aofe">Hm, dziwna to odpowiedź.</string>
    <string name="4mgqRx6a">Walczyłem najlepiej jak się dało, ale legionistom udało się mnie pojmać. Gdy dowiedzieli się, że nie ma za mnie okupu, wypuścili mnie na podstawie mojej przysięgi spłaty w późniejszym czasie. To było niezwykle szlachetne z ich strony. Z tego też powodu, czuję się jakbym nie miał innego wyboru, jak zarobić na ów okup.</string>
    <string name="4MJsYhys">Ale wszyscy inni - są dla niego jak potwory. I on jest dla nich taki sam. I być może nadejdzie dzień w którym pójdzie o krok za daleko, kiedy to szlachcic myśleć będzie czy go powiesić - a twoje słowo zadecyduje o jego życiu lub śmierci. I jeśli przeżyje, więcej wieśniaczek będzie gwałconych, a starcy nadal będą rozpruwani w poszukiwaniu klejnotów pośród wnętrzności.</string>
    <string name="4qqsndje">Chwila. Potrzebuję napitku.</string>
    <string name="4rC9tzki">Nie pożałuję wojownikowi kilku kielichów i bitki raz na jakiś czas.</string>
    <string name="4u5YQtKn">Cóż, moim zdaniem ciężko cię o to obwiniać.</string>
    <string name="4UMf7HDe">Możesz nazwać mnie dumnym, ale nigdy nie zamierzałem walczyć jako piechur. Pracuję więc dla kupców, tu, w mieście, za solidne pieniądze. Mogę tylko liczyć na to, że pewnego dnia kupię ziemię którą posiada cesarz, niezależnie od tego kto jest na tronie, tak jak uczynił to mój ojciec.</string>
    <string name="4v369XQ3">Pewnie - opowiem ci jak się tu przypałętałem. Nie mam w sumie nic do stracenia, zwłaszcza biorąc pod uwagę fakt że budują już dla mnie szubienicę.</string>
    <string name="548o0GKu">Zgaduję, że mógłbym powrócić do swego ludu, ale nie mam takiej chęci. Jestem więc tutaj, w mieście, gdzie mogę zarobić niezłą sumę swoim mieczem i nie dbam o opinie zazdrośników.</string>
    <string name="56VPnxQd">Oho, należysz do tych wścibskich?</string>
    <string name="587q6IS6">Bardzo ładnie. Brzmisz jakby cię stworzono na stryczek - możesz chociaż pocieszyć się gorącym jadłem.</string>
    <string name="5d6Xifm1">Raczej mistrzem kłapania dziobem.</string>
    <string name="5Fp7d2cV">Sprawiedliwości stało się zadość.</string>
    <string name="5h5bHA4o">Byli i nie byli można by rzec. Mnóstwo band, tuziny wodzów. Jedni chcieli być kimś więcej niż zbójami, dobrze traktując biedotę, inni zaś woleli pozostać w roli drabów. My musieliśmy jeść, często więc bandyci wygrywali. Ale był taki jeden wódz, co to go poniosło. Wieśniakom nakazywał nie tylko zboże dać, ale i córy. Powiedziałem wtedy temu całemu Vatandowi - tak się też zwał - co o tym myślałem.</string>
    <string name="5mUCH99p">Wystarczy powiedzieć, że nie byłam mile widziana w domu ojca. Zadowalałam się życiem wojownika i zawsze marzyłam o wspaniałej karierze. Zdałam sobie z czasem sprawę, że wszystkie pieśni które kochałam jako maluch - o tarczowniczkach które walczyły o honor - nie mają miejsca u kobiety bez rodu i ziemi. Nie da się walczyć o honor, nie wiedząc czy będzie miało się syty brzuch następnego dnia. Biję się więc za srebro.</string>
    <string name="5QpIypgB">Skoro pytasz kim jestem, opowiem ci o sobie.</string>
    <string name="5Z9SNzQw">Możni i kupcy, wszyscy tacy siedzą w swoich wieżach i podejmują wielkie decyzje, ale nigdy nie zaglądają do zaułków i szemranych okolic aby zobaczyć, jakie interesy i spiski knute są za ich plecami. Nie wiedzą gdzie znaleźć swoich dłużników, którzy nie korzą się do spłaty. Nie wiedzą gdzie znaleźć i jak uciszyć jęzory, które szerzą plotki. Tu do akcji wkraczam ja.</string>
    <string name="6KUJ7cYt">Cóż, nie spodziewaj się szczęśliwej historyjki.</string>
    <string name="6NorKoWz">Zanim zaczniemy, tu jest kufel piwa za twe zdrowie - zarówno za krzepę, jak i ducha!</string>
    <string name="6OF0vjQV">Po tak zwanych reformach Arenicosa, starają się oszczędzić środki na wojsku, podczas gdy bogaci dokładają do interesu z własnej kabzy. Nic dziwnego więc, że cały ten plan szlag trafił. Teraz cały kraj podzielony jest na frakcje walczącę o siłę, a barbarzyńcy nad którymi niegdyś panowaliśmy, turlają się ze śmiechu.</string>
    <string name="6R8hkchs">To byłoby na tyle. Wciąż mam miecz który można nająć dla tych, którzy nie są skąpi. Zrobię co tylko trzeba. Świat nigdy nie był dla mnie litościwy, więc będę dla niego taki sam.</string>
    <string name="7caHipXX">Więc odszedłem. Niedługo potem cesarz dosłał trzeci regiment, większy niż pozostałe... I to był koniec Królestwa Prawdy. Moi starzy kompani - zdarza mi się ich widywać, jedni są w zastępach panów, inni w klatkach z wygrzaną na czole literą Z za bycie 'złodziejem'.</string>
    <string name="7JMaPpkN">Wybudowaliśmy wspaniałą świątynię z dala od zgiełku miast, w dziczy, nazwaliśmy ją Królestwem Prawdy. Wymierzyliśmy wiele batów dwóm regimentom z Imperium, które przysłano aby nas znaleźć. Niestety Ladicos zmarł, jak rzekł na łożu śmierci - 'niebosa go wzywają'. Zeszliśmy wtedy ze szlaku. Potrzebowaliśmy żywności i pieniędzy, więc nasi wodzowie rozpoczęli 'pobór podatkowy' z okolicznych wsi. Inni na dodatek zaczęli ściągać myto od seniorów i kupców za ochronę karawan. A ci, którzy marudzili, cóż... ich ciała co jakiś czas wyławiali rybacy.</string>
    <string name="7KUO2swN">Naprawdę zamachnął się na mnie pierwszy - Tak myślę. Byłem pijany! Wiem, myślisz że mówię tak aby ocalić swoją skórę, ale tak było. A skoro próba walki utwierdza tylko to, że mówię prawdę, to mogę zakończyć ten temat płacąc grzywnę.</string>
    <string name="7QFCINsI">Za każdym razem, gdy walczyłem u boku zgrai swoich 'rodaków', mówiłem im: 'Trzymajcie swoje szeregi. Utrzymajcie pozycje. Walczcie tak, jak robią to imperia: jak potężny młot, nie jak stado kóz.' I za każdym razem widziałem jak rozpadają się w krzyczący tłum od razu gdy zaczną latać strzały po to, by rzucić się na tarcze wroga lub zostać ściętym przez kawalerię nacierającą na obie flanki.</string>
    <string name="7RyQGcbI">Taki już problem z tymi proroctwami... Ludzie pamiętają te, które się sprawdziły, a nie te, które okazały się bujdą.</string>
    <string name="7TbLW9lr">Mógłbym opowiedzieć ci o wszystkich moich czynach, a ty i tak nigdy mi nie uwierzysz. Jednakże, jeżeli spotkalibyśmy się rok temu, mógłbym zabrać cię na mój dwór i pokazać ci je. Pokazać ci moje dokonania! Dobrze usłyszałeś!</string>
    <string name="836klxRM">Chcesz się czegoś o mnie dowiedzieć? Cóż, to będzie niezła historia.</string>
    <string name="84coQmIJ">Mój ród nie należy do najwspanialszych klanów Battanii, ale nie jesteśmy też jednym z najbiedniejszych. Gdy podrosłem, moja rodzina wysłała mnie, bym dołączył do Wilczych Skór. Być może słyszałeś o tej tradycji - przez trzy lata mieszkamy w lesie jedząc surowe mięso, nie nosząc utkanych ubrań oraz śpiąc pod gołym niebem i, w świetle prawa, jesteśmy zwierzętami niepodlegającymi ludzkim prawom.</string>
    <string name="8aEcRzM7">Powiem ci. Jednakże, jeżeli jesteś stronnikiem Chana Urkhuna i jego plemienia, może ci się to nie spodobać.</string>
    <string name="8Caa7QPs">Mój ojciec miał pięciu synów. To nie było niczym nadzwyczajnym - nadzwyczajną rzeczą było to, że wszyscy przeżyliśmy do momentu osiągnięcia dorosłości. Nie było dla nas wystarczająco ziemi, więc dwóch najmłodszych z nas przeniosło się do Charas. Znaleźliśmy pracę w dokach, przy wynoszeniu towarów z przypływających statków. Przez parę lat była to dobra praca</string>
    <string name="8CixQpyO">Cóż, dla odważnych i pomysłowych zawsze znajdzie się praca.</string>
    <string name="8duSHfDa">Ach, racja. Mądrze prawisz. Kontynuuj.</string>
    <string name="8lGql3mA">Walczyłem dla klanu Ulus, dla klanu Monchug, nawet dla starych Urkhunów. Lecz walczę pieszo - moja rodzina pochodzi z miasta, nie ze stepów. Nasze życie jest trochę inne.</string>
    <string name="8lQ9IM8N">W naszej rodzinie kobiety przekazywały sobie z pokolenia na pokolenie sztukę uzdrawiania oraz wykonywania innych...ekhm...usług polegających na wykorzystaniu ziół. Pomimo naszych umiejętności żyłyśmy w biedzie, podczas gdy bogato odziani, dobrze odżywieni ludzie posiadający zaledwie połowę naszych umiejętności, krążyli po miastach opiekując się lordami i damami.</string>
    <string name="8U01rj5f">Ofiara stająca się złodziejem nie czyni świata lepszym.</string>
    <string name="8xrIamsU">Moja pierwsza wojenna wyprawa, byliśmy ścigani przez dwukrotnie liczebniejsze siły imperialnej kawalerii. Jeden z nas musiał zostać na tyłach i utrzymać bród, by reszta mogła uciec. Inni mieli rodziny, więc zgłosiłem się na ochotnika, myśląc, że i tak nikt nie będzie po mnie rozpaczał.</string>
    <string name="8zQ9UPvX">Niektórzy chłopcy pomagają swoim ojcom siać zboże. Niektórzy uczą się hodować owce. Ja spędziłem swoje dzieciństwo na nauce podbierania z tylnych zaułków na zewnątrz winiarni. Mój ojciec mnie tego uczył. Pomimo bycia okrutnym człowiekiem, nauczycielem był dobrym.</string>
    <string name="902xqUja">Kawaler z imperium załatwiający sprawy handlarzy! Hańba!</string>
    <string name="9AIyvTmF">Cóż...szybko wybito mi ten pomysł z głowy. Początkujący lekarz w tej krainie musi mieć albo dużo pieniędzy, albo rodzinę, która zapewni mu dużo klientów. Nie miałem ani tego, ani tego. Zamiast pracować w mieście, służyłem na okręcie.</string>
    <string name="9bezXRLp">To nie miało zbytnio znaczenia. Zawsze wolałem las. Lepiej mi się żyło strzelając do wiewiórek i królików i sprzedając futra.</string>
    <string name="9EQxlFGK">Mój ojciec, mądry człowiek. Ale też dumny i właśnie to doprowadziło go do zguby. Złodziej nie może być dumny. Nie przeżyjemy długo bez ochrony strażników, a ich nowy dowódca chciał podwoić "podatek", który płacił mu ojciec. Ten nie zgodził się na to, więc został powieszony.</string>
    <string name="9jYj8jGg">Uraza jest trucizną dla armii. Ludzie muszą nauczyć się wykonywać wydawane im rozkazy</string>
    <string name="9KJdwiWV">No, cóż, to pokazuje jak daleko można zajść uczciwą pracą</string>
    <string name="9vt4wew9">Jestem koneserem końskiego mięsa, mój przyjacielu. Nikt nie zna koni lepiej ode mnie, ale niestety często najlepsze konie marnuje się na niegodnych właścicieli, więc staram się to naprawić..</string>
    <string name="9xJrtdOG">Prawda czy nie, trochę więcej pokory byłoby uspokajające.</string>
    <string name="9YDjFZIU">Mmm... Doceniam cnotę, ale złoczyństwo czyni opowieść bardziej pikantną.</string>
    <string name="a1FYCbdy">Wkrótce po tym, jak dorosłem, doszły nas słuchy, że nasi sąsiedzi napadną nas, by ukraść nam bydło. Nie wiedzieliśmy którą drogą nadejdą. Zostałem wysłany z kilkoma naszymi lokatorami, żeby utrzymać bród, który był daleko na uboczu.</string>
    <string name="A6WrXPQ6">Więc tak jak już powiedziałem: potrafię jeździć wierzchem, machać mieczem, zarządzać karawaną i mam dobry pomysł na zysk. Znasz kogoś, kto chciałby wynająć taką osobę?</string>
    <string name="A9r6SnWx">Tak, musi próbować.</string>
    <string name="aBqj9o7e">Ta opowieść jest pewnie na swój sposób inspirująca.</string>
    <string name="acRHDzXI">Och, oczywiście. Każdy złodziej jest niesłusznie oskarżany. A jakimś cudem rzeczy nadal giną.</string>
    <string name="aFs4JtDV">Ostatecznie, zażądali od mego ojca, by wywiózł mnie z wioski. Ponieważ z czterech córek byłam czwartą, nie była to dla niego wielka strata. Pewnie oszczędziło mu to zaprzątania sobie głowy skąd weźmie pieniądze na to, by wydac mnie za mąż. Moja matka krzyczała i płakala, ale jej zdanie się nie liczyło.</string>
    <string name="Agbh1AmR">Mam dar... Z niebios, chyba, albo może skądś indziej. Jeszcze nigdy nie spotkałem kogoś, kogo nie dałbym rady pokonać w wyrównanej walce. Ale nie lubię wojen. Armie są pełne nieokrzesanych i zarozumiałych mężczyzn, pijaków, gwałcicieli. Moja specjalność jest inna.</string>
    <string name="agmuAXJc">Jak by to ująć? Chyba powiedziałabym, że jestem damą, która zyskała swoją reputację dzięki wykonywaniu męskiej roboty lepiej niż mężczyźni. Pewnie jestem trochę rzadkością. Nawet jeśli dla mnie to trochę niespodziewane.</string>
    <string name="AH4ell4y">Hmm. W porządku. Powiem ci - i wtedy sam zdecydujesz, czy moja rodzina powinna się mnie wstydzić, czy nie.</string>
    <string name="aIPLCDp7">Niech niebiosa strzegą nas przed złem! W nogi!</string>
    <string name="Aj9ulUly">Wesoły jesteś. Miłego dnia.</string>
    <string name="AlZlPv4b">Ci dzisiejsi urzednicy. Cały czas coś zmieniają...</string>
    <string name="AMMXrcC9">Owszem. Chwała jest takim samym łupem wojennym jak wszystko inne i też powinna być dzielona.</string>
    <string name="aNSIajhR">Znalazłem strażnika, samego i pijanego. Nie mam pojęcia czy był on jednym z tych, którzy podpalili nasze sąsiedztwo. Być może nie powinienem był mu robić tego, co mu zrobiłem. Ale teraz mam jego miecz. Jest bardzo przydatny.</string>
    <string name="aOSiXn2O">Cóż, nie mam nic przeciwko mniej niebezpiecznej pracy, jeśli jest dobrze płatna. Nie mam zamiaru zbyt szybko pójść do piachu teraz, gdy odkryłem to, co najlepsze w życiu. Uwielbiam wino, które można dostać w mieście, zwłaszcza z kawałkiem chleba i sosem sardelowym.</string>
    <string name="APcr8rgq">Opowiem ci. To trochę długa historia - może zamów sobie coś do picia.</string>
    <string name="Aqbu1o9v">Od kiedy tylko pamiętam, żyłem na ulicach {IMPERIALCAPITAL} ze zgrają innych brudnych, bosych obdartusów. Grupa osób z naszej alei, mówili na siebie 'Centaury', chyba mnie polubiła. Zlecali mi zadania specjalne - zaczęło się od kradzieży kieszonkowej, kończyło na traktowaniu ich wrogów nożem. Wtedy zrobiłbym wszystko dla garści fig i sera i poklepania po głowie.</string>
    <string name="astXdbzl">Powołanie zakonne ma nas inspirować do życia w czystości. Nie wygląda to dobrze, gdy ludzie je porzucają.</string>
    <string name="AT7pJ6Rm">Mówię to z pewną niechęcią, ponieważ nie przysparza to zbyt wiele honoru memu imieniu.</string>
    <string name="ataDrzt7">W każdym razie, rozglądam się za jakąś kampanią, do której mógłbym się przyłączyć.</string>
    <string name="aTGl3b1G">Tak czy inaczej, to wszystko, co mogę ci powiedzieć o moim zawodzie. Chyba, że zechcesz wpłacić zaliczkę na moje usługi. Wtedy możemy rozmawiać dalej.</string>
    <string name="atWYxZBh">Co? Czyżby w tych czasach już nikt nie szanował swoich rodziców?</string>
    <string name="aULjoDXL">Tak czy siak, trochę wędrowałem, ale chyba już pora, bym znalazł stałą pracę. Nie potrzebujesz czasem kogoś, kto wbije nóż temu, kto na to zasługuje?</string>
    <string name="AVqbfwrh">Powiem ci. Pewnie pomyslisz, że jestem małostkowy, ale reputacja to bardzo cenna rzecz...</string>
    <string name="AX7gvmaj">Więc... Na czym się znasz?</string>
    <string name="axnObjSY">Potem nadszedł dzień, gdy miasto {IMPERIALCAPITAL} płonęło i wszyscy zaczęli szabrować i rabować. To była moja szansa. Zawinąłem worek srebra ze skrytki Centaurów i pośpieszyłem ku drodze.</string>
    <string name="axVcadKQ">Mój ojciec nauczył się handlu za czasów starego klanu Urkhun. Wtedy Khuzaici byli niepokonani w walce, ale nie znali się ani trochę na taranach, katapultach, czy choćby drabinach, więc nawet najskromniejsze twierdze skutecznie stawiały im opór. </string>
    <string name="aZOuFJ6H">Cóż, nie wierzył on w takie rzeczy, więc zaśmiał się, rzucił jej parę monet i odprawił ją. Ja dorosłam. Kiedy mój pierwszy zalotnik został nadziany na włócznię podczas bitwy, zasmuciłam się, ale niewiele o tym myślałam.</string>
    <string name="b0zmbTPQ">When all was done I'd have killed for an hour of another man's company, or a sip of wine, or a glimpse of a girl. So my sister and I, we came down to the valleys. She found a husband. I can get good work as a tracker. And that's all there is to it.</string>
    <string name="b1sCl4SI">So, anyway, I am forced to spend my time in taverns, taking whatever work can be found. I can oversee the building of most structures, or, if the need is there, I am also adept at knocking them down with catapults, rams, and mines.</string>
    <string name="b2UpIO43">I left the woods, but I spent enough time with the bandits to learn a bit of woodcraft. Now I help lords hunt them. If I must choose between two evils, I will work for the one that pays better. But I also have an outstanding debt with the landlord. Perhaps some day I will be able to settle it.</string>
    <string name="b3IzpFH2">Now, I'm looking around to see if there's anyone who might want to take me on. Especially if I might one day have a chance to rain rocks on the good people of {IMPERIALCAPITAL}, who killed my da.</string>
    <string name="B3UQTCRE">Polej mi trunku do szklany, to ci powiem.</string>
    <string name="B7cMisFf">Weren't handed life on a silver platter, were you? Such a tragedy.</string>
    <string name="B7iZITxb">If an enemy chooses to stand in a battle-line and face my arrows, I would not hesitate to kill him. But our feuds - I cannot accept that I have no choice but to kill a man who had no choice but to be my enemy. I left my people. Here I can choose what I do.</string>
    <string name="bagbVij6">So, what you're saying is that you're a horsethief.</string>
    <string name="bDidH1Pu">It takes a vile man to do that work, and an even worse one to boast about it.</string>
    <string name="bE3LXxhw">Ta... opowiem ci co chcesz.</string>
    <string name="bhvZuX1m">Raczej smutna opowieść o oszustwie i hańbie.</string>
    <string name="BIsvfC0x">You too are a victim of the hideous power of the state.</string>
    <string name="BJSnI0tW">I ran with the Wolfskins, see? You may know our way - so long as we live as beasts, we're beyond the laws of man. But a few months ago I left my brothers in the woods and became a man again, which was a foolish thing to do.</string>
    <string name="bk3Ir2uC">Well... Even now I feel I made a wise choice to buy the pepper -- wise, but unlucky. Such is fortune! Had I not seized this opportunity, other merchants would have mocked me, a woman who lacked the daring to succeed in a man's trade. Instead they mock a rash woman who lacked a man's judgment. And here I am, looking for work.</string>
    <string name="bLZVseMd">Jestem pewien, że będzie szczęśliwy, jeśli ty będziesz szczęśliwy.</string>
    <string name="bMHFQgVE">Aye, real honor is as scarce as hen's teeth these days.</string>
    <string name="BuamWVTp">Yes.. My story... Jealousy, envy of my talents. That's always been my undoing.</string>
    <string name="BVQ075W6">Smutna to historia. Proszę, mów dalej.</string>
    <string name="bwthhDSN">Right or wrong, I cannot blame you for your anger.</string>
    <string name="bYrgTQ3s">It sounds as though you had no choice.</string>
    <string name="C19gsGFY">Yes - many is the healer who has come to specialize in the diseases of the rich.</string>
    <string name="C5pqZtNs">I roam the desert. I learn its secret ways, its gifts, as a lover learns the secrets and gifts of his beloved. But though the desert is bountiful, horses and steel must be bought with silver. So, I must sell my services from time to time.</string>
    <string name="CA6Ew4EL">I wandered from village to village, begging and stealing. You may imagine how I fared at ther mercy of the robbers of the road, who had no more fear of the Evil Eye then they did of man's laws. But eventually I learned to protect myself, and the body of one careless bandit afforded me with my first sword and leather jerkin.</string>
    <string name="CAiFXWEf">Yes... I can tell you my tale...</string>
    <string name="CE8we5VF">Oh, I'll tell you my story. I don't mind who knows.</string>
    <string name="cGr6RvX7">Głodujący robią to, co muszą.</string>
    <string name="cPpWwCU9">How virtue has crumbled since the old days.</string>
    <string name="CQq51L8J">Yes, I suppose you did what you had to do.</string>
    <string name="crRb9ZhF">A man must eat. It's easy to find traders on the steppe and take their horses. But a man, unless he wishes to live like a beast, must also have people to buy those wares and give him food and blankets. There are merchants here, in the towns, who will buy horses without asking too many questions, and sometimes have other work for me.</string>
    <string name="Csokpo5C">I was a farmer. But I split a man's head open with a hoe. He was also a farmer. It was a dispute over a broken fence, between my pasture and his. I had no intention of killing him.</string>
    <string name="cX7q60eg">So I went to her brother, and offered him 50 sheep - a good price. But he said he wasn't giving his sister to a 'man like me.' Asked him what he meant by that, and he didn't answer, so I gave him a good punch. Maybe a couple punches - no more. Shouldn't have hurt a real man, but this little whelp died on me.</string>
    <string name="CxZWemhO">Perhaps I was prouder than most, or quicker to anger. One day one of them insulted my lineage, and I insulted his. I was angry but my words were ill-chosen. Our protectors said they would no longer protect us if I remained among them. So, my clan banished me.</string>
    <string name="cyjb9lmm">I had no talent for medicine, it turned out, so I chose to be an engineer. I had one final flight of folly - a local academy was crumbling, so I submitted a sketch for a new one to the emir. He laughed and told me to come back with a schematic of siege engines. </string>
    <string name="D6Xd5ZrT">I'm drunk, so I'll tell you.</string>
    <string name="D7IINWEl">I can tell you my story, but I don't know how interesting you will find it.</string>
    <string name="d8aCwUJj">When I returned to my stepfather's hall, my mother met me outside, in tears. She had given me up for dead - my stepfather knew the direction from which the enemy clan would come, and had intended for me to die. She did nothing to stop him, but since I had survived, she bid me flee - for if not, she feared, it was inevitable that our clan should sink into the abyss of kinslaying. So here I am, looking for a worthy lord for whom to fight.</string>
    <string name="d9qUbj3I">I shall tell you... Ahem...</string>
    <string name="dCHCb1hb">The horse lords, the men of the great tribes - well they gallup here, and they gallup there, shooting this and shooting that. They win battles, I'll give them that. But at the end of the day, if the enemy's still laughing at you behind their walls, all that galluping means nothing.</string>
    <string name="ddQAXhd6">One night I was walking home with my brother when we ran into a group working for one boss they called Big Tuna. Told us our crew had killed one of theirs, and they were going to kill one of ours in return. Took my brother, wrapped a heavy chain around his legs, and threw him into the water. I don't know why they let me live. </string>
    <string name="DFaMQXWH">We foot-sloggers, we're the ones who go up the ladder and into the meat grinder. Did that for 25 years, and I'm still getting less pay than some boy fresh of his mother's tit who happens to own a horse. Piss on that, I said, and I went looking for other work.</string>
    <string name="DHCTLcp1">So here I am. I know men like me can make money guarding merchants, doing other tasks such as that. As long as no one wants me to hurt the innocent... Some day, I hope to find a new place to set up a smithy and start again.</string>
    <string name="DhQ7lgNr">Indeed. No doubt such traditions encourages husbands to behave better than they might do otherwise.</string>
    <string name="dJxHX9si">The way I look at it, we all fulfil the will of the Heavens in our own way. So I do what I'm good at.</string>
    <string name="dKAun6OE">By the time I became a woman I was sick of filthy huts and puking babies. I came to the towns and inquired after which households, among those who had wealth, might have a patient for me. Of course when I showed up at the door in my torn, stained dress they slammed it in my face. </string>
    <string name="DMQSb5MX">Ah... Very well, I can satisfy your curiosity.</string>
    <string name="DRv6hB6p">Here's what you need to know about me - I can take a man down with a single blow, or maybe two if he's got armor, and I have expensive tastes in wine and women. So I don't work for free.</string>
    <string name="DZTOovh6">My uncle - he had a great herd of cows, and in the Battanian upcountry that is only kind of wealth we value. But they were taken by his chief herdsman, a man we trusted. So we took up spears to get them back, but my uncle was now poor, but the thief had many kinsmen. Having nothing else to lose, my uncle ordered that even the women of our family take up spears and ride out to fight, and so we did.</string>
    <string name="DzyAgYIX">But Drosios Neretzes led the pick of the legions into an ambush in the Battanian woods. You may have heard that story. I was laid up sick at the time. But a lot of my comrades didn't come back, and things were never the same afterward.</string>
    <string name="E7z7aoQo">Look, friend, I'm here to drink, not talk. But if you really want to know, I'll give it to you in brief.</string>
    <string name="EB6RcaTF">Merchants take risks. I am sorry it turned out so badly for you.</string>
    <string name="ECaJe7d8">But I had killed three men with a spear that day, and found I had a taste for it. And I learned that thieves grow rich, while honest men die. So I lived in the hills, and took the cows of families more fortunate then my own. But I sold the cows I took, and kept the denars close to my chest.</string>
    <string name="eeEra0bI">Yeah, I'll tell you my story. Pass the wine and listen close.</string>
    <string name="egZ6P7sq">A boy like you killed three champions, eh? Well, all things are possible, I suppose.</string>
    <string name="ELLbiNDu">You won't find me passed out in the straw in my own vomit when needed for a task. You won't have to bribe the guard to get me out of a cell because I got on a fight on my way to work.</string>
    <string name="ELXn5Nv5">My lineage is as ancient as it is noble, so of course when King Derthert called the muster of the vassals, I took my father's horse and mail and rode off to join it. This was in our war against the Empire, you see.</string>
    <string name="EMkaeD9M">Hmm. Many men would begin their story by reciting their ancestry. I will not do this. A man should be judged on his own deeds, and a long list of ancestors does him no credit. Also, my family does not acknowledge me, so why should I acknowledge them?</string>
    <string name="EQzHDnlS">At any rate, I'll fight for any man willing to take the same risks that his men face.</string>
    <string name="ErBHSq7A">I do not know if you are familiar with the ways of my people. I will try to explain.</string>
    <string name="ESfQXTiG">I'm here because men turn a blind eye to the clear word of the law. It's sad, sad.</string>
    <string name="EtfElSU3">I did not know what to do with his body. I buried it up in the hills, then told my parents. For fear of bloodshed, they told me to leave, to find my way in the world some other way.</string>
    <string name="f4kz9PyG">A fitting reward for a man who defied the order that the Heavens instituted on earth for our own good.</string>
    <string name="F81bgvec">Instead, for my fee, I'll make sure that those who need protecting are protected, and those who need to die are dead.</string>
    <string name="F9dSDE2k">A man should fight for his hearth and his kin, however much they disappoint him.</string>
    <string name="faDAEda5">I commend your love for your fellow man.</string>
    <string name="FbVJrA77">So I ran. I left Charas. I'm not a violent man. But I will learn to fight. And then I'll return. I'll show them that there's a price to paid for killing my brother.</string>
    <string name="fELWdbuL">The viper does not trouble me, nor does the scorpion. I have faced the scouring sandstorm, the rushing flood, the killing heat of noontime, and they have all said to me, 'Pass safely, brother.'</string>
    <string name="fGhNWKgK">But with the wars, and a lot of people losing their land, things changed on the docks. Too many hands, and not enough cargos. Gangs from the back alleys started getting involved. If you didn't hire their people, maybe your ship would go up in flames.</string>
    <string name="Fgsd3jBn">You call that the cause of justice?</string>
    <string name="fGTeaCVU">My father was even a little prouder than most, I suppose. One day he was insulted by the lord's bailiff and he upped and left, moved us higher in the hills to be away from all other men. </string>
    <string name="fjeSk6KX">I was sent by my village as part of the levy to join King Derthert's army some years back. Well, I found that I liked war better than peace. Nights around the campfire after a hard fight, drinking wine with my brothers, not knowing if the morning brings death or a fortune... Can't do better than that. So when the army disbanded I went with a mate who joined the Free Company.</string>
    <string name="FjrLf4LE">Indeed. Good infantry is the backbone of an army.</string>
    <string name="fkbaYOGt">But I don't intend to live this way forever. There are a thousand paths to turning outlaw, you see, but they mostly come to a single end. So I'm here, in the town, looking for other work.</string>
    <string name="FMnIiXge">What woman wouldn't relish a husband smelling of half-cured skins, slept in for the whole winter?</string>
    <string name="FNuxKNBi">Has no one told you that leaving a gap in a shield wall is as good as treason?</string>
    <string name="FP9jn3zQ"> Well, you know what happened. Great Lord Neretzes led the legions to their deaths. I was there. Our syntagma didn't see the battle but was part of the rout. That was the end of army life for me. Don't care for glory-hounding lords leading me to my death. But I still like to fight.</string>
    <string name="FqW4dBTS">At any rate the enemy came down upon us, and the Vlandian host was scattered. I do not care to rejoin such miscreants, but if another captain were gracious enough to take me on, I would be pleased to add to my glory in his service.</string>
    <string name="fSPXXQCQ">It's a damn shame. I like duels - you don't worry about arrows, or someone coming up from behind. No need to stay sober for hours on end waiting for a fight that never comes. Just a few minutes of trouble, a bit of blood, and then usually a good meal afterwards.</string>
    <string name="fwYGme3B"> But the Khuzaits overran us, and he was slain, and our land was taken. Its revenues now belong to some tarkhan. Alas, the empire has little land to grant today, even to trained cavalrymen like myself who wish to serve. And horses are expensive.</string>
    <string name="FybsZ7yK">My father was a cataphract under the authority of {NEMESIS.NAME}. Alas, he died in battle against the Aserai, and I was placed under {NEMESIS.NAME}'s guardianship. He had eyes for my father's estate, modest as it was, so he arranged for me to be married to his cousin.</string>
    <string name="fynTmZiX">Barbarians. Just when you think you've heard it all... Good day to you.</string>
    <string name="g1sQna0D">Straszny dylemat.</string>
    <string name="g3BssthL">Oh yes. I do indeed have a story to tell you.</string>
    <string name="G7ZQb9tQ">Now some would say I should have avenged my mother. But there was a wrinkle, you see - we didn't talk about it much, but he was my father, as he was the father of so many other children of our alley. So I fled our town, and now work here, using the skills my dear parents taught me.</string>
    <string name="GCd02obf">Perhaps one should not press a courtship too far, when one is a bandit.</string>
    <string name="Gepa1szA">My father was a merchant. When he died, he left his children a small inheritance. Most went to my brothers. They headed east, to the lands of the Padishah, leaving me in charge of our interests in Calradia. For me to step into my father's shoes, and be treated as an equal by other merchants, I knew I had to make a lot of money in a short time or they would elbow me out of the market.</string>
    <string name="gMiceyRl">Well, some day there may be peace, and money to build again.</string>
    <string name="Gnczyx1v">I feel no guilt - they were trying to kill me, and some came very close. I did what I needed to do.</string>
    <string name="gPpi8a8n">I too am proud. So, I cannot work as a thief. Now I am looking for work that doesn't require me to bend down to the whims of guards, dogs and turnkeys.</string>
    <string name="gqWMrx3S">But I've been thinking.. Maybe I want to marry. And I guess I need more silver for that, probably more than I can get from the squirrels. So... People tell me that warleaders will pay for a good scout. And I know the woods well.</string>
    <string name="gSXfbTn5">I know the woods well. I can move quickly in them. I'll tell you all about a war party from the branches it broke marching through.</string>
    <string name="H7tFXLVN">I'm a soldier by trade. I've served in the empire's legions for 20 years. Once upon a time they were worthy of being called 'legions.' We served together for years, and we'd die rather than see our standards falter or fall.</string>
    <string name="H8wpFACA">The great names in our great clans - some of them are brave, and generous with the loot, but don't they like to take their names bandied out after every battle? Poets know there's silver in it if they sing the praises of the Bana Qild, the Bana Sarran - but those of us who are Bana Nobody, well, we deserve a bit of time in the sun too, don't you think?</string>
    <string name="haiCZjua">You truly are the dregs of the street, my lady.</string>
    <string name="HaQlEZPq">At any rate, I have a bit of money to my name, and the leisure to wait a few weeks before choosing my next employer.</string>
    <string name="HcMbaZn4">I learned a few skills up in the hills, how to follow a trail and spot an ambush, most useful to caravaneers. So I reckon I can probably stay ahead of the hangman. A regular job wouldn't hurt, though.</string>
    <string name="hGL3LHSN">Most unlucky you were.</string>
    <string name="hGYQ0mxR">Yes, yes. The healer must go to where there is need of healing.</string>
    <string name="HiJTqUPJ">I have heard about the riots in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}. It was an ugly thing all round.</string>
    <string name="hikXX6zE">You broke your oath. It is not surprising that you fell further.</string>
    <string name="hinn6pmX">Life's better here in the city. More 'civilized,' you could say. Oh, the work can be a bit rough and tumble, but I feel I can relax after a long day with more refined company, like your good self.</string>
    <string name="hOsJjMZ8">I expect that my kin will soon return to their homes, but I will not.  I cannot... I cannot be in a place where I am at the mercy of any beast on the rampage. I will ply my trade among warriors. I will learn to harm as well as to heal. And if the time comes for me to marry, I will live in a land where there is a king, even a tyrant, rather than raising a family amid the war of all against all.</string>
    <string name="hpKAp2ZW">The law is the law, and murder is murder.</string>
    <string name="Hq5HkaBw">I ran off to join the Brotherhood of the Woods as a kid. I don't know if I ever believed that they gave money to the poor, as the stories say. I just didn't want to till someone else's land until I dropped dead, like my father. And I thought maybe the Brothers would be better than common bandits.</string>
    <string name="HREVUExb">Anyway, well, I've had it with narrow escapes from charging cataphracts, and I'm going to seek work in a more professional force.</string>
    <string name="HSHRP59J">Of course, of course. A good engineer deserves his pay.</string>
    <string name="HtbAEEcR">Good thing you were exempt from the laws of man, eh?</string>
    <string name="I9FWCRtO">You look like someone who's been around a bit, so I probably don't have to tell you about how this faithless world of ours works. Sometimes it needs a man who's not afraid to get his hands dirty to make sure there's a bit of order.</string>
    <string name="iaagSMEa">And to think you had all the advantages of an educated childhood.</string>
    <string name="iAmsyL01">Then I joined the Skolderbrotva. The 'Shield Brothers.' It's a good name, you know? They spent most of their time hunkering behind their shields. Ha! Me, I'd wade into the midst of the enemy, dealing out death right and left - and, well, all they had to say afterward was 'Why didn't you keep ranks?'</string>
    <string name="IBlkbs19">So kind of you to take an interest in my troubles...</string>
    <string name="ieTVm3R8">Jam jest{CHARACTER_NAME_STRING}, książę pustkowi, pan samotności, mistrz pustki. Jeśli chcesz poznać moje kolejne imiona, zapytaj moich krewnych, leoparda, hienę i gazelę...</string>
    <string name="ifBURmmv">I lived in a village to the north of here, across the gulf. It is a cruel land; there is no strong king, and lords think nothing of ravaging their neighbor's lands. My mother was skilled in the use of herbs to treat disease and wounds. I had a happy peaceful childhood - until one day, a month before I was to be married.</string>
    <string name="iGH88WOz">At first I was angered, because I believed that I was being kept away from battle and glory. But as it turned out, that's the way the enemy army came. When I saw them at the ford, I challenged their leaders to single combat, as that was our way. They accepted, and sent forth a champion. To make a long story short, I slew him, and then two more who came after him. The rest graciously admitted that my victories meant they were obliged to retreat. </string>
    <string name="iK5Kaa7M">Well, if you wish to know how cruel a pack can be to one of its own, I could enlighten you.</string>
    <string name="ikVu2vQU">I've fought in a few wars, for one side or the other. You want to know about my-comrades-in-arms? Piss on them too. They all turn on you in the end.</string>
    <string name="ikWAfIHX">Now some people will tell you that Zais was born of out wedlock, but those are lies. He was the legitimate son of Ghutan, and Rasad 'Ban Ghutan' doesn't deserve that name, he should be called the 'Bastard,' not Zais. Anyway, as for Ghutan's father... Well, not everyone knows this, but...</string>
    <string name="imBWFomj">Got a bit older though, and their interest in me changed. Filthy drunken louts pressing themselves against me, grabbing at me - I wasn't having that. Made up my mind to leave, but wasn't sure where to go.</string>
    <string name="iPCX96mA">My father was a tenant farmer from near Usanc. By law, so long as he paid a third of his crop in tax, he couldn't be kicked off the land. But the landlord wanted to raise sheep, so he had a document forged that said my family moved here a generation ago and therefore wasn't covered by the law... It's a bit complicated, this part, but the end is that they cheated my family of its rights and we cast into poverty.</string>
    <string name="IRTr1FXk">Aye, once I made a fine living, in the Empire, stopping merchants on the roads and asking 'em for a bit of change. But there was a lass there, beautiful as the moon and just as cold, and she was my undoing. Courted by an imperial prefect but I thought, I can do better than that, with my takings, and I brought her the pick of the rings and finery and asked her to pass the evening with me. </string>
    <string name="IUbGYeJV">A man of another clan slew my father. My father had slain his uncle many years before. It was my job to avenge my father, but the plague carried off his killer first. So I would be expected to kill his brother instead. This is how it is with us.</string>
    <string name="ivz2U3e2">See, there's a lot of tales about me, and only some of them are true. The Khuzaits call me by one name, the Aserai by another.</string>
    <string name="iWe4KrSO">About my past, that's all I have to say.</string>
    <string name="IWm0Dbzb">I would not do it. Fate had ended the feud. My mother begged me; my cousins begged me. They said others would mock my father's memory. They said no one would fear to steal our sheep and horses, to molest my sisters. They told me I had a choice: do my duty, or I would no longer be of their blood. </string>
    <string name="IX7IpWAm">Anyway, you hear of someone who might have work for me, you let me know.</string>
    <string name="iYbBHXNA">At any rate, if you know of a warband who is looking for someone who knows how to treat wounds, I would be grateful.</string>
    <string name="IyGObqs1">I'm sorry for your loss. You drew a cruel lot in life.</string>
    <string name="iZPiYDbj">Can't fault you for enthusiasm, I suppose.</string>
    <string name="iztRBaaF">Szczerze mówiąc, mam mało czasu na wszelkiego rodzaju sławy. Ludzie, którzy wykonują swoją pracę, to jest to, czego chcę.</string>
    <string name="J0FbVdnt">Wybrałem wygnanie. Czemu więcej ludzi miałoby ginąć?</string>
    <string name="J5sGlXzh">I was born with a birthmark on my shoulder in the shape of an eye. Whenever I passed my neighbors in the street, they made the sign of the Protector at me. They began to blame me for the sickness of children or livestock. </string>
    <string name="j7cE9DTZ">So, here I am. Perhaps I am not the most experienced of warriors, but I can learn. I cannot go back - I learned that {NEMESIS.NAME} filed suit that I stole a horse - my own horse, by right! - which shows you what a cad he is.</string>
    <string name="J7dPH9cj">I wandered a bit on the steppe. I starved a bit. But I followed the raiders and one, when he went beyond the campfire to empty his bladder, did not return. I now have his purse and his sword.</string>
    <string name="jaLrENzo">I need to buy a ship, and hire men to row it. But I do not wish to sell our land to outfit a risky voyage, to risk depriving my father and mother of their comforts in old age, and my brothers of their hopes for a good marriage.</string>
    <string name="JBW0WsH7">My clan was among the last of the Khuzaits to live out on the open steppe, moving from place to place in the old way. It was not a large clan; you would not have heard of it. It became even smaller when our encampment was surprised by an imperial patrol, and our flocks slain and scattered. Those of us who survived were forced to refuge in a village, under a larger clan, whose name you may know, but I shall not mention it.</string>
    <string name="jcrmV9Lg">But I've noticed something - more denars is spent on war than on anything else. So, if someone's raised an army, and doesn't want to lose their investment to infected wounds and fevers, well, it might be worthwhile to employ me.</string>
    <string name="JFdjrbAF">Huh? Well, okay. Why not?</string>
    <string name="JfTTbPag">Well, I don't play that game. If something's going to fall down and kill someone, I'll point that out. So, naturally, all my 'brothers' cut me out of contracts.</string>
    <string name="JHduQdEb">The Guard didn't kill the Emperor? Funny, that's not what the witnesses said.</string>
    <string name="JJqwFLjR">That's a start, I suppose. Have you ever considered an honest trade?</string>
    <string name="JLHhV1ta">His cousins came for me, to take me to judgment. I would have gone willingly; I would have paid blood-money. Gladly. But one of them laid hands on me, and a black rage came over me, and I killed two of them, too. I didn't want to kill them either. </string>
    <string name="jnbQL2ta">I had an opportunity to buy pepper from another trader who was selling at a discount, and needed cash. I of course inspected the pepper and its storage. I interviewed the watchmen at the warehouse. You can trust us madame,' they said. 'Rest assured your pepper is in good hands.'</string>
    <string name="jp9iAxab">I saw how much tradition was worth. I was not answerable to the law, but I heard soon enough that the family of the youth I'd stabbed hired men to kill me. I stayed in the woods, living alone. I am happy there, most of the time. But sometimes I yearn to be among other men, and come to the city to look for work.</string>
    <string name="jPGOlC7O">Nie ma sprawy, opowiem ci o tym.</string>
    <string name="JrnXaI9i">But the monasteries, you know. The gardens are lovely, the libraries rich... But getting up at dawn to pray for the health of the king and benefactors - I don't know if it was doing his Majesty's health much good, but it certainly wasn't doing me any favors. So I left.</string>
    <string name="JsP90A6a">Przykro mi z powodu twej straty.</string>
    <string name="jsuOEu3a">There was a woman who lived out on the street. Refugee from the wars. Had a small child, a baby really. It was all she had. She'd make small cakes of wheat over a fire. Then one day a young man from the palace came down the street in his horse. Wasn't looking where he was going, didn't care, and his horse crushed that baby's head.</string>
    <string name="jUosHtkJ">Well, that was the life for me. So long as there was war, there was money, women, companionship. But recently there was a spot of peace, and I don't handle that so well. Was in a tavern here, drank more than I should, and some local lout starts cursing the Company. Calls my brothers bandits. I didn't care for that. Next thing I know I'm on top of him, smashing his face into the ground until he was dead.</string>
    <string name="jwGsuWlN">Well, you know how these things go - his kin came to our village looking for my blood. They didn't find me, but wounded one of my cousins. It was time to teach them a lesson, but my brothers had a fit of cowardice. So they brokered a deal, and I was forced to leave. How do you like that?</string>
    <string name="K9ig7Mst">A man who cannot master his rage is a greater threat then the man who murders with intent.</string>
    <string name="Kaz4NbDN">So Urkhun, a man of vision, offered to pay the weight in silver of any imperial engineer captured alive. These captives were forced to teach men like my father the art of siegecraft. My father, in turn, taught me.</string>
    <string name="KbdCL6nK">Very responsible of you. Can't go killing off the whole village, now.</string>
    <string name="KbP87Fzv">I was part of a clan that lived beyond the mountains to the south. We came under pressure from our neighbors, who wanted to take our lush grazing grounds in the foothills. We were an ancient clan, that valued its name, but in this generation we have been short of men, so I fought alongside my brothers - indeed, I slew our enemies' champion in single combat. That stopped the pressure on our lands, but not the violence. </string>
    <string name="Ke9L8QbX">The searing gravel plain knows me, as do the rippling sands and the shadowed canyon. The hidden spring whispers to me, 'Come hither and drink,' and the high outcrop unveils to me the horizons.</string>
    <string name="KGa4gmDW">Ah, yes - well, it would be beneath someone with a lineage like mine to pledge allegiance to the current parvenus who call themselves the emirs of the Aserai. So, I fight for those who pay me my value in denars, good noble denars.</string>
    <string name="KHq1bUOa">I am the prince of horsethieves! I have stolen Aserai mares from amid the tents and ridden them across the desert under the moon, I have taken Vlandian stallions from their paddocks, the sturdy ponies of the Khuzaits, and the steady geldings of the imperial lancers. But, I'll be the first to admit, it is risky work, so sometimes I do other jobs.</string>
    <string name="KiIb4MZU">Well... We do not bow and scrape, but we do honor our debts. If you were to get me out of here, my people would be quite grateful.</string>
    <string name="KNCnJN4n">I'll tell you my story. If it bothers you, I'd prefer you keep it to yourself - unless you've lived months on crusts of bread and chaff of grain, that is.</string>
    <string name="KrXlrnsg">The quarries are hiring. You could always haul rocks for a living, if you're so averse to launching them.</string>
    <string name="KtN79I0H">That's it? The dishonorable part? That you work for merchants? I'd thought it would be a lot worse.</string>
    <string name="KyiL4Hvs">So here I am. Guess I'm not so interested in the marriage part, but I like the denars and I like my freedom. Maybe some day I'll surprise my Da with a nice farm and a couple of slaves to keep him happy in his old age.</string>
    <string name="kzvTFUbj">To całkiem niespotykana technologia.</string>
    <string name="l01koCnM">My story? This is my tale in a nutshell - men's greed for cattle cost me my home and my kin.</string>
    <string name="l0OCTrl9">Indeed... Well, at any rate, if you find there is an inconvenient wall between you and the object of your desire, and you wish it reduced to rubble, you know where to find me.</string>
    <string name="L14od7cC">When I was a boy, I was the best fighter in my village. 'You're stronger as a boy than a full-grown warrior,' people would say. I'm not boasting here - that's what they'd tell me. So when I came of age I went off to make my fortune.</string>
    <string name="l4A16aGs">It's a cruel world, and if you think a warrior's life is any easier, you have a painful lesson in store.</string>
    <string name="lbLBkvoe">My father died shortly after my mother became pregnant with me. I was her only child. Like most of our people, she had wanted sons. So she raised me as a son, and boasted of me like she would boast about a son. When I was a baby, she boasted of how swiftly I emptied her breast of milk. When I was a girl, she boasted of how I killed steppe ducks with my bow. When I became a woman, she boasted that soon I would be the first of my age-set to bring home the head of an enemy slain in battle.</string>
    <string name="LDGC2Rjy">I'd be grateful if you got me out of here. Don't want to die just yet. If you want to know why I'm in here, well, I'll tell you.</string>
    <string name="lGSH1wsv">Pull up a chair, friend - you'll be glad you asked!</string>
    <string name="LIYZlInR">A hard life, but I must admire your fortitude, at least.</string>
    <string name="LjkQ4fYp">I come from a town where every alley has its 'protector.' These are men with some strength but also a lot of respect, who stand up for the rights of the people there. My father was our CommonArea's protector, and so it fell on me to take his job after he grew too old to do it himself.</string>
    <string name="LpoAp39X">Hmm... Yes... Legally, you do seem to have a case.</string>
    <string name="lQ4PPsnT">At any rate, I will find a master who allows me to win fame for myself. Or barring that, land and silver, so that I can buy a poet or two</string>
    <string name="LTvInwfa">I have a cup of wine before me. The room is nice and warm. Why not?</string>
    <string name="LVkWjJgD">I had a wild childhood, you can imagine. Living in the woods, never doing much work. But the winters were cruel. Ma died when I was twelve. And I knew I wanted something different. So I came to the town. Plenty of work for a girl who knows how to use a blade, and at least here there's a fire at night and a roof over my head. </string>
    <string name="lwvQCrG2">We kept our grazing grounds. But my brothers and cousins found that, when they mingled with other clans during the holy months of truce, that they were mocked. 'You let your women do your fighting!'</string>
    <string name="lxZouJ2B">(prebackstory generic remark for outside taverns)</string>
    <string name="LzlRFPrj">Give me a minute. It has been a long time since I spoke more than a few words at a time to others.</string>
    <string name="mFiGSOSm">Certainly. The more who know about my skills, the better.</string>
    <string name="mGTuBDtF">It wasn't easy for the men. They felt the city turn against them, blame them for killing the emperor. Whereas we were sure that we were innocent of his blood, that there was some sort of trick. But even so, there was no excuse.</string>
    <string name="mijieuku">You know, I'm sure you could put your gift to better use.</string>
    <string name="MlXbCLlO">You must have broken your poor father's heart.</string>
    <string name="mPLvjSiB">A lot of heads... You can imagine, a lot of other warriors were envious of me. Some in my village even conspired against me, had me expelled. I lost my hall, and I had to bury the heads. I doubt you could recognize them any more. What a pity, eh? A collection like that will never be seen again.</string>
    <string name="mSQSZyEF">You probably know that the Khuzaits once lived out on the open grass. But our khans became used to luxuries. They lived in cities, and wished to trade with and make war upon other kings. Khan Urkhun, whom some call the Great and others call the Cruel, decided the clans must live in fixed places, so he could count their warriors and levy them, and count their flocks and tax them. Thirty years ago Khan Urkhun ordered all the clans of the Khuzaits to claim land and live upon it, and the noyans to build castles. Most complied, for they had come to value their comforts more than their freedom.</string>
    <string name="mxK0bSmE">I am no warrior, not yet - but I could be one. I am good with a sling, and a knife. I can run fast. I can bear hardship. I would stand my ground, because I have nowhere to run.</string>
    <string name="N9rVRfaW">Oh.. Of course I am! This is fascinating. But tell me about your own deeds.</string>
    <string name="NDR2Xcoq">But you see, for a big man, it's not all sitting in the shade and counting your money. A big man must beat and he must kill, or people will not fear you. And one day, as I watched, he beat my mother to death over the share of his cut.</string>
    <string name="nHrF87Up">I guess there's something to be learned from those skilled at all trades.</string>
    <string name="nI3aJA8u">There was a great deal of marching to and fro, in the mud, and I shan't bore you with that. But you must have heard of what happened when we caught them. We were forming our ranks to charge when another knight - if indeed he is worthy of the name - told me that I had no place in the front and I must join the second rank of horses.</string>
    <string name="NKLS5mN1">My father was one of the leading warriors of our clan, but in his last battle his hamstrung was cut. We've lived well off the wealth he brought home from his raids, buying land and thralls, but now I feel it's time that I bring home some silver of my own.</string>
    <string name="nlRg040C">Better to have properly constituted authority than that of some back-alley tough.</string>
    <string name="nmtbhSbc">A warrior stands beside his comrades like a man stands beside his brothers. Whatever their crimes may be.</string>
    <string name="nqLiWPR7">Such pieties from a man who intends to pillage the labor of others.</string>
    <string name="Nz0iyKaM">All one's pepper in one warehouse. A cautionary tale indeed.</string>
    <string name="O3Pkql2y">Takes more to being a warrior than a horse and a sword, young one.</string>
    <string name="O48tYFZ0">Anyway, get me out of here, and I reckon the other wolves will be grateful. You'd be upholding the law by which we live, you see?</string>
    <string name="o6ugLOZi">I came from a good family, with much land. Since I was a girl, I wished to be a shield-maiden. I practiced fighting with the village boys and the old warriors. But it is a strange thing - while some families in our lands take pride in a daughter who takes up arms, others accord it a great shame, and my father was of the latter type.</string>
    <string name="oAyYQazn">She agreed, eagerly enough! There was wine and talk, but too much wine, and I slept off. Then woke in the morning, I did, and hooves were clattering outside and up comes the prefect and a file of horsemen, and away they took me to the town to be hanged.</string>
    <string name="OcCLz4je">When I was a child, my mother sent me out on the streets to beg and pick pockets. And the big man of our quarter took a cut of that. I got a little older and my mother taught me how to rob drunken travellers, and the big man took a cut of that.</string>
    <string name="OESUaPeh">So anyway, I need money to build a new hall, and start a new collection. So if someone wants to pay me my worth as a warrior, my spear is theirs!</string>
    <string name="OgdD6bs9">If you really took down a dozen men fighting single-handed, that is quite impressive.</string>
    <string name="OGyYFIEA">The guardsmen came to burn our neighbor's house, so their debts would be forgotten. The flames spread to our house, and it was destroyed. My father tried to save his strongbox, and that was his undoing. A riot is a holiday for thieves and robbers, and some saw him dragging it through the streets, so they knifed him and took it. We tried to find shelter with my uncle, but there was no food in the city, and he turned us out. So we joined the refugees in the country, living on what we could steal from the fields. </string>
    <string name="OHFZ9EAk">Mmm.... Well, for now, I do not know what to do with myself. Perhaps I could consider joining a warband, if the commander was well-bred and kept his word.</string>
    <string name="omEoa2q7">But this cousin... I would not marry that man! He was a boor, a drunk - never there was a night that he did not reak of wine, never a morning that he did not reak of vomit! But a cataphract's daughter is not some chit you can marry against her will. I took a horse from my father's estate - my horse, legally - his old sword, and rode off.</string>
    <string name="oqWFzmkN">Blessed be the Gods, happened that my cousin Aed was in the guard. He sprung me that night from the prison, and together we went roaming round the country. But a passing magistrate decided he weren't parting with his purse, and pulled his blade rather than handing it over like a sensible lad. I took him down, but now before my poor Aed was butchered. See now the price of woman's ingratitude?</string>
    <string name="OqzUb0E6">My story? Certainly I can tell you, if it interests you.</string>
    <string name="osaIOFNx">I like to fight, I'm good at it, and in my opinion, the Heavens smile on a man who loves his job.</string>
    <string name="OsWmIhds">Heresy, rebellion, and looting are three intertwined serpents. You should bear that brand yourself, knave.</string>
    <string name="OUTjQlW1">There are customs for that sort of thing, trials, blood money, you know.</string>
    <string name="OuUzIkaK">My parents died when I was young. My sister married. Her husband wanted my parents' farm. So he hired a devious man, a fast-talker, who knew the law well. He said... I don't even remember what he said, in court, before the council. But the council awarded both of them the farm.</string>
    <string name="OxBmSnh0">I shall tell you. Is there a bard in the house? He may wish to take notes. I believe this is fine material for a song.</string>
    <string name="oXnqNsvz">A man of integrity, or simply one who backbites his peers? I have no idea, and wouldn't want to take the risk of hiring you.</string>
    <string name="oyHzM0jb">You've said nothing about yourself, and your one word contradicts the other. I have better things to do.</string>
    <string name="OYOwasMe">You can imagine - it's a bit of a racket. People build arches that fall down, and his colleagues go on recommending him because he's someone's brother or old apprentice. The greatest sin in our brotherhood is criticizing the work of other engineers. </string>
    <string name="P1EHkSAx">When my second suitor passed of a fever, I was unnerved. When my third suitor was thrown from his horse on a hunt, I knew I must do something..</string>
    <string name="P1fLl2KS">See, some girls are attracted to bad boys. My mother was one of those. Bandits came to her village one day and she made up her mind. Ran off with them. 'Married' the leader. But he was killed soon, so she married the one who replaced him. And so forth and so on.</string>
    <string name="pD92hewA">My father was a merchant in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}. We lived in a rich house, with many servants. I wanted for nothing. Our neighbor was a moneylender, who specialized in loans to the imperial guard. That turned out to be a bad neighborhood in which to live, when the riots came. </string>
    <string name="PGa4Ehaa">My father was a wheelwright. Everyone knew that the best work was in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}, in the streets around the hippodrome fixing chariots. So we sold our shop and went there, he and I - my mother was dead. The rumors weren't wrong, the work was good, but then you know what happened. The riots, the hippodrome burned, and my father killed for being a foreigner.</string>
    <string name="phhXgKRm">Some resisted. The Karakhergit - you may have heard of them. They still dwell in the steppes but they are outcaste, raided for slaves by the others. My people were the Uvait. We were broken up - some bands were lured into the villages with silver, others were hunted down, defeated, and their sons taken as hostages. </string>
    <string name="PHVJ9fOm">But there was a lord, a customer of mine, who had no honor. And he refused to pay me. And having no honor, he laughed at my insults. He did not pull his blade. He had his men drive me away. I can kill one man but not three at once. So here I am.</string>
    <string name="piHbGBbA">Because I loved my mother, and because I was faster and stronger than the boys, I did all that she said I would do. Of those born in my year, I was the first to kill an enemy. My mother boasted even more, so that the other women came to hate her. They turned us all out of our encampment. We were forced to sell our lands and our slaves, as we could not take them with us, and we were given but a fraction of the price. All we had was our sheep. Of course raiders found us soon enough, and killed my mother, and took our flock. I escaped.</string>
    <string name="PIu7b9wO">I was born around the time she married her fourth husband. My father, well, he was hanged a few months before that. A couple others were hanged, but mostly they were killed by their own followers. You see, the trick to leading bandits is that you can't value your life very much. Never back down from a fight or an insult. Sooner or later your luck will run out. Usually sooner.</string>
    <string name="pKMVhx2v">They never cease to shock me, the sordid tales you hear from the dregs of the alleys.</string>
    <string name="PKzUUVKC">So go on - ask me how thick a mangonel's struts must be to withstand the torsion to throw a five-istar ball. Ask me how heavy a ram's head must be, compared to its total weight, so that it does rebound from the gate and strike the men who wield it. I never imagined I would know such things, when I dreamed of making men's lives better through the dispensing of justice.</string>
    <string name="PO4nU3Lz">Mince words as you like, but murder is murder.</string>
    <string name="pQVFVqa9">As well they should have. Those who curse their protectors deserve no home.</string>
    <string name="PWpTT0NM">I told the captain that I couldn't do these things. The alley people - they had to trust me. The captain didn't take 'no' for an answer. He pressured me. He threatened my father. What could I do? I couldn't betray my people but I couldn't betray my father either. I took my family and left.</string>
    <string name="pzK7TN05">But one day I was contacted by an agent of the Bureau of Barbarian Affairs. I do not know how well you know them. Their original mission was to keep the foreign tribes divided and weak, but they expanded their remit into all the affairs of the empire, anything that might be deemed a threat. At first they wanted small harmless details about my patients. To do so was a violation of my oath, but I was anxious to have the favor of the Bureau. But soon they began to call on me for more and more.</string>
    <string name="PzOwAteI">I am of the Karakhergit. If you haven't heard that name, you might have heard us called the 'Slave Tribe,' because that is what other clans of the Khuzaits call us. Which is strange, because we are the only one of them that does not bow our head to a khan and call him 'Master.'</string>
    <string name="q3ZXATdq">We burned away some of the forest and planted barley. My mother died of a fever, but me and my sister and my father, we lived up there 10 lean and lonely years, all so my father didn't have to doff his hat to any other man. Then he vanished in a blizzard.</string>
    <string name="q977EaUU">You ask a lot of questions, friend. So I'll tell you what you need to know, and no more.</string>
    <string name="qbYupvSJ">So I'm having no more of that. I'm on the look-out for an outfit that employs real fighters.</string>
    <string name="qFU6cYSe">When I was just a baby, a woman said to have the Sight came to my father's hall. When she saw me, she told him that she saw the mark of the faeries upon me. She performed a divination, and said she had learned that I was to be a prank played on mankind: I should grow up to be a great beauty, but that any man who proposes to marry me shall die.</string>
    <string name="qgmt8aPz">So that was no kind of life, neither. I left the woods, paid a little money to friends who got my name off the outlaw list, and now I'm a regular law-abiding citizen. Officially, that is.</string>
    <string name="QGw2qtpU">Of course, my word being that of a Karakhergit, and his being one of the well-dressed but servile people of the towns, they will believe his, and hang me.</string>
    <string name="QIrR9NhL">Mądry wybór.</string>
    <string name="qlAW1aTi">What do you want to know about? My family? Piss on them. I left home as a child and never had cause to regret it. My brothers can take my inheritance, and I hope they choke on it.</string>
    <string name="QlWhygXi">I was born out of wedlock. My father took me in, but of course there was no question of me inheriting anything. I did not wish to be a burden on my brothers, so I decided to go to war.</string>
    <string name="qMPY1rUo">Well, you know what a man of honor does when he is insulted like that -- I struck him down, and then his friends came against me, and I struck them down too! I laid a full dozen of them down before they finally overbore me. Have you ever heard of a more glorious stand against such odds in the name of honor?</string>
    <string name="QRgltY66">May all of us have such honorable foes!</string>
    <string name="qVQdEYyJ">My family had debts so I joined the army. I guess I always liked men's work more than women's work. The legions took hill women as scouts but I was never the hidey-sneaky type. So I did what I did to be in the spear line.</string>
    <string name="qxBbhtLH">Perhaps you can rise above the sorry circumstances of your birth.</string>
    <string name="QyYYfo4o">Aye - you've heard about the death of the last Emperor? Well, what most people believe is a pack of lies.</string>
    <string name="R2haBQK7">I had no special desire to be married but my family found me a groom anyway. I consented, but my husband and I detested each other from the first. Once he insulted me in the marketplace, I cursed his manhood, he struck me, and I pulled a knife and he pulled his. I won.</string>
    <string name="R36Bl55h">Najszlachetniejszy z was, panie.</string>
    <string name="r8ga8i93">I like to fight, so I made it known that I'd fight for anyone if the price is right. Shed a little blood, make a little coin, drink it away, make a little more, all in the cause of justice. Not a bad life, eh?</string>
    <string name="r8vQ3KpJ">You want me to kill for you? Then make me an offer. If not, piss off.</string>
    <string name="R9KivNZ6">You may have heard of Ladimos the Red. He preached that the Heavens were getting ready to unload their wrath on landowners and merchant, that we had to drive them out and live pure lives and we'd be rewarded with a Pure Emperor, come down from the skies. This was some 10 years ago. Well, a lot of us ran off to follow him, some of us believed him and some of us had debts and some just wanted to take a lick at those that oppressed us.</string>
    <string name="RaqBSakL">Me and some lads from my village, we thought we'd run away, join some other lads up there who make their living on the highways, if you know what I mean. Didn't much want to go scratching a plow across the dry fields all year every year like my father did.</string>
    <string name="RaSZtTqh">I was the son of a slave. My father, a judge, raised me in his house, but it was clear that he would never spend much time to ensure my success in the world. Still, I was tutored with his other sons, and chose to study medicine as a young man. I thought I could perhaps be a physician.</string>
    <string name="RBwhiMkD">We came down on the thief's village one day at dawn. They were too many, and we were beaten. My brothers and most of my kin were all slain. I had nowhere to go.</string>
    <string name="RdiZT1Gb">Well, I can't just sit around and drink myself to death, so I sell my sword to anyone worth following. I'm a good trainer - I don't bother with horsemen or archers, but if you've got good steady footman I can do a lot with them.</string>
    <string name="re1jRErx">Some speak well of their time in the Wolfskins. It is intended to teach you the ways of the woods. But the 'pack' I joined were all rich feral children, playing at being animals.</string>
    <string name="rgSWtZ0w">I'll tell you my story. I suppose it is a fine lesson in how destiny makes mock of our intentions.</string>
    <string name="rKeqsRyj">I'll tell you my tale. But I will warn you in advance: It is of no concern to me whether you approve or disapprove of what I did.</string>
    <string name="RObjObjy">Na pewno - nie ukrywam swoich ambicji.</string>
    <string name="rOUaG9iG">I can tell you my story, though it is painful to recall.</string>
    <string name="rpOla1Vp">I saw her nurse that babe through two fevers. The patience, the sacrifice, of that mother - to see all for which she suffered snatched away like that from her, by some young drunk's carelessness... There was a crowd around them, he was yelling. I just walked over with my hammer and struck him dead.... That was the end of my life in the city. I think back, though, and can't imagine doing different.</string>
    <string name="rriedqBz">Oh, I'll tell you. It's a fine tale, full of adventure and romance, but tragic too.</string>
    <string name="RsE01mvh">Ach, tak, brzmisz jak przydatny człowiek.</string>
    <string name="rSwj5KBb">Let me tell you something - I'm sick of cowardice, sick of those who don't stand by their comrades and their kin.</string>
    <string name="ruX5vDpE">I fancy myself a philosopher of medicine, you see. My parents sent me to a monastery when I was young, to study both the healing power of the Heavens and the healing powers of man - the science of herbs, that is to say.</string>
    <string name="RZglJSZ3">I think my story shows that I am adaptable, at least. If there was room for me in a warlord's retinue, say, I imagine I could quickly learn whatever skills were needed.</string>
    <string name="rZs4HKkc">Necessity or not, you seem to take pride in what you did.</string>
    <string name="sbK6AEjB">I have scraped together a few coins. I will not say how, but they were enough to buy a sword. I am determined to earn enough to buy my people what was taken away from them - herds. I am sad to say I know little of the steppe, but I know much of the towns, of the back streets, of how to live in the gutters and shadows and grow strong.</string>
    <string name="sfFLudTM">One time they came at midnight - they had a man who plotted against the Emperor, they said, and they needed a confession, and wished me to use my art to elicit that confession. If I refused, they said, they would disclose our relationship to my patients - I would be ruined. I went with them, to my shame, and what I was asked to do to that man's body -- I shall not repeat it.</string>
    <string name="SfmWAuv3">The elders sat in judgment on our case. As it turned out, they had plenty of precedent. They accorded our fight a fair duel, and thus I was innocent of murder. On the other hand, I was excluded from his inheritance. I suppose that was fair, although I would have enjoyed wearing his jewels and riding his horse in front of his family.</string>
    <string name="spHoDrGN">I said nothing. I let my brother hang.I thought I did the right thing, but every night thereafter I saw accusation in the eyes of my fellows. I could not face them. I fled. And here I am now.</string>
    <string name="SwwXXPNe">We could have marched out in battle array. No one would have stood against us. If we couldn't restore order, at least we could have gone home with honor. But instead, we turned our anger against the city. My comrades looted, set fires, even murdered those who we were supposed to protect. It was a disgrace.</string>
    <string name="SYBe3aIC">Do you have a trade? Any skills? Or just a string of ancestors?</string>
    <string name="T07xEuQR">Szlachetny wybór!</string>
    <string name="t0VGwvPo">You may have heard of my father - Cynan fen Aedeg. Many called him Cynan the Brave. It's my life's goal to be his worthy son, though he died when I was a baby. My stepfather, though rich in land and cows, does not have the same reputation, although I resolved early in my life that duty to my mother necessitated that I serve him as loyally as I would my natural father.</string>
    <string name="TAC5Tnx4">But when I got older, well, it wasn't so easy to take me on the road. Too many boys giving me funny looks. And my Da, he wanted a good husband for me, but the boys he knew weren't the marrying type. So I said to him, 'I'll be like you, Da, carry a sword and guard rich merchants. And maybe, with the money I earn, some decent boy will love me for my dowry, if not my family name.' He fussed a bit about that but he had no better ideas.</string>
    <string name="tbbQ3PZH">Zabiłaś swojego męża w pojedynku? Odwal się!</string>
    <string name="TgN0DvXA">Slavers took me when I was a girl. The Empire were legends of warrior-women out in the deep steppe, and when I was sold, they claimed I was one of these - to fight other slaves, to entertain them by making their legends come true.</string>
    <string name="TNOM6nuo">I am from one of the lesser known clans of the Aserai. We take the name of an undistinguished younger son of the Qildi line from five generations back. We have never held fiefs or won much wealth, but when the Qild called out their kinfolk, or the tribes were summoned by the Sultan, we took our place in the battle line.</string>
    <string name="tpPE2Ert">There's not much more to say. My master was a sadistic animal but he let me keep my winnings, and eventually buy my freedom. I think he may also have realized that eventually, had he kept me against my will, he'd have ended up with a severed neck vein. So here I am, looking to make a living through the only means I know - shedding other people's blood. Got work?</string>
    <string name="tqbc8gOd">I suppose you should be given the benefit of the doubt.</string>
    <string name="tqdwOLPg">So here I am now, drinking to my poor cousin's memory, and looking for a bit of honest work. Well, it needn't be too honest, I suppose.</string>
    <string name="tRgVxROs">I doubt you have such a collection, and if you did, it would be the last thing I'd like to see.</string>
    <string name="TVQEb0MJ">Cóż za okrutny dekret...</string>
    <string name="TwbAHDDJ">Tak... Tak trudno znaleźć dobrego wojownika w tych czasach.</string>
    <string name="tx6L29wu">To ci mogę dać - masz ducha do walki.</string>
    <string name="TxQztLfy">I am one of those whose clan was hunted down a generation ago when they refused the decree of Urkhun Khan, that they must settle and be taxed. They took our flocks, and we have since lived like beggars on the edge of the towns. The far grass teases us with its beauty, but if we went there with no sheep, we would soon starve.</string>
    <string name="TxwPTwvh">So I have resolved to hire out my sword and make enough money for such a ship. Having done so, I shall take it to faraway shores and bring home silver and slaves so that we may buy land enough for all. In this way I will do my duty to my family.</string>
    <string name="TzOdlTeb">Yeah.. The merchants give me jobs. But I'm not sure I care much for guarding caravans. A lot of sitting around listening to boring talk about prices.</string>
    <string name="TzRarDyf">A few weeks later, got sent to a village to buy some boots. Found a whole detachment of the town watch there waiting for me. Brought me to town and charged me with a dozen murders, none of which I did. No question Vatand shopped me. The good news is, a week after I was taken, he got knifed while he slept. So the old Brotherhood, the noble Brotherhood - it's not quite dead yet! I am though, most likely.</string>
    <string name="U0zuHtwa">Oczywiście - i jestem pewien, że zgodzisz się, że jest to dobra opowieść!</string>
    <string name="u1yi8YOM">Well, I guess I showed myself a bit too eager. The councils stopped accepting me as champion. Told me I sold my sword too cheaply, they said. What can I say? I have to look for other work now. </string>
    <string name="U6GQq4Id">They would sit around the fire at night and belittle each other. I was never quick with my tongue and the others learned to gang up on me. At one point I could take it no longer - I stabbed one in a fight. No one knew how to treat the wound, so he bled to death. And then I fled.</string>
    <string name="UnNwWJT2">Nie mam nic przeciwko małej opowieści.</string>
    <string name="uSYQb9KY">Now, in Urkhun's day, if a Khuzait apprenticed in siegecraft went to work for another master, it meant a very painful death if he was recaptured. But times have changed. The richest plums of the empire's cities have fallen, and they build their walls higher than they once did. The Khuzait lords pay less for a siegemaster, and that pay is often late. So I am up to taking other employment, if it is offered.</string>
    <string name="VgyWyNvL">Tak... Opowiem ci historię o życiu w wielkich hordach Khuzait, o terrorze świata.</string>
    <string name="vhQVhYFV">I started following the armies around. Always work for a herbalist, and while I don't care much for dawn marches, they're infrequent enough, and often there's a spare cart to sleep on. And warriors too - wounds of the body and wounds of the soul. I do far more good there then I ever did among my fellow monks, I can tell you.</string>
    <string name="VHyXsXu7">You know, you'd think this place could serve proper kumis, instead of this piss they call wine... Sorry, where were we? Ah yes, my story.</string>
    <string name="VILYhtjW">Opowiem ci swoją historię.</string>
    <string name="VJDZp4rM">Niemożliwa sytuacja...</string>
    <string name="VL2MfGM3">But they don't seem to care much about that. So mostly now I'm saying the dead man was a right tight bastard, and I could name you a dozen men who'd be proud to have cut his throat. Found some sympathy in town with that line, I have. Still, I need to stand trial.</string>
    <string name="VLIz9b7u">You thought there was such a thing as noble bandits? Perhaps you went in search of fairies next?</string>
    <string name="vney5HbZ">I rode for years behind Monchug Khan, even before he was khan. I had good name and a good sum of money. There was a girl in a neighboring village, quiet thing but good childbearing hips, who I thought would make a good bride. </string>
    <string name="VnfPb4ji">W rzeczy samej. Jest wiele do nauczenia się od cudzoziemca, kimkolwiek on jest dla ciebie.</string>
    <string name="VoubR8y2">Tak, wiem że życie jest często niesprawiedliwe.</string>
    <string name="Vs428XEb">To wydaje się rozsądne. Dobry zwiadowca może być cenny.</string>
    <string name="VUbklG5U">I was raised as a stableboy. But I had a gift for breaking horses, and for my hard work, and the risks I took to my neck taming young stallions, the old lord promised me that on my fifteenth birthday I should have a horse of my own.</string>
    <string name="Vwhnrf66">Więc oto jestem. Mam gębę do wykarmienia, a to, co umiem najlepiej, to walczyć.</string>
    <string name="W2Jhsc2X">To było to. Mógłbym zapłacić krwią za jednego człowieka, ale nie trzech. Uciekłem i nie mogę wrócić.</string>
    <string name="W2x5Z40R">Up in the northwest, when  we go to bed each night we make sure we can find our spears in the dark, because you never know if that night's going to to be the one that a Sturgian or Battanian warband is going to pay a visit. We're proud men up there, and we expect the lords not to expect us to behave like some serf in a safe southern estate.</string>
    <string name="W5MlHm8t">Jasne. Nie możesz sprzedać konia, jeśli nie będziesz wykrzykiwał jego pochwał, jak to mówią.</string>
    <string name="W5OECu87">Zawsze jest zapotrzebowanie na dobrego inżyniera.</string>
    <string name="WAsRyGDR">{CHARACTER_NAME_STRING} is fine. No need to bother the hyenas. So, what can you do?</string>
    <string name="waUxgr5b">Let me tell you something else - war is not a game. It's not a game. Play by the rules and you die. The streets aren't the arena. If you think someone's your enemy, you take them down - don't wait for a polite challenge.</string>
    <string name="WBE6MeCl">That was the day my life changed. A band from a nearby village came and attacked us. We had done them no harm; we had never even thought of them as our enemies. But they wanted our cattle. They killed my mother and the youth who I was to marry, and burned our village. Everything gone. Those who lived fled into the woods.</string>
    <string name="wH5GepOD">I am Battanian. But for 20 years, I fought for the Empire. Indeed, most Battanians my age learned their trade in the legions. We saw no dishonor in it. They fed us well, they paid us well, they respected our courage.</string>
    <string name="wiR9bSfw">I try at least to pick and choose my master, and hope at least that some of our equestrian honor rubs off on the men of commerce.</string>
    <string name="wk1jPh1S">Smutna opowieść.</string>
    <string name="WmGxA0P1">But there's no legions any more. And since Caladog became king, well, he's gotten the young to think that to fight for the Empire is treason. Treason to what? 'Battania'? There is no Battania. Never has been. Just a bunch of quarreling warlords, who'll steal your cows as soon as you turn your back on them.</string>
    <string name="WQCAanal">Ah, the old days. And no doubt back then they complained about the older days. I've heard enough.</string>
    <string name="WvLK5myZ">So I acquired some denars - I will not say how - and with it bought a silk robe and some jewelry. This got me inside the doors of rich men's houses, and the cures I worked, and the reputation I earned, have done the rest. </string>
    <string name="wxSiMjJ0">Anyway, you come across a chief who needs a reliable sword in his warband, you let me know.</string>
    <string name="Wz71n66t">Przepraszam, nie możesz się skupić?</string>
    <string name="Wzl0V95v">Nalej sobie drinka obcy. Powiem ci wszystko, co musisz wiedzieć.</string>
    <string name="WZyybR2g">Tragiczna historia. Przyjmij moje kondolencje.</string>
    <string name="X4DnbFDf">Look, if you want to give this tale a really happy ending, you think you could get me out of here? Prove in a duel that I'm innocent? Some of the Brothers - they really are my brothers. They'd pay you well.</string>
    <string name="x50bW6NF">I should have refused - my practice was ruined anyway. To blot out the memory of that night, I took opium, until my pallid face so alarmed my patients that they no longer called on me. So I fled the city, and have wandered from town to town ever since. I would welcome steady work, if I could find it.</string>
    <string name="x6acpIw7">So... Anyway, if you've got an enterprise or two that might not be entirely legal, and need a sharp eye on the villains you've got running it, you may find that my skills are of use to you.</string>
    <string name="X8Zkp0Ut">The insults were many, and they had no choice but to respond. One cousin was slain in a duel, one cousin killed his opponent, so we had two new bloodfeuds on our hands. I chose to leave home before it got any worse.</string>
    <string name="x9l3KCvQ">I'll tell you, but I don't know why you'd be interested.</string>
    <string name="X9zcXYPa">I can fight. And I don't mind doing work that others would shirk.</string>
    <string name="xB6zj8ei">I wasn't the type to take that meekly. My cousin, he'd lost his land too some years before, and he'd run off to join the Brotherhood of the Woods. People said that they stood up for the poor. Took money from those who did injustice, and gave it to those who were wronged. So I went to join them too.</string>
    <string name="Xe2pVmnX">I was the brat of a caravan guard. Never knew my mother, but my Da kept me close. I grew up running between the legs of camels on the steppe, eavesdropping on merchant gossip in the sarais, eating sesame cakes bought me by the other guards. A happier childhood you couldn't imagine.</string>
    <string name="XfMCfCXk">I resolved to take up the profession of arms, so that all men know that I am not the marrying type. And I tell all others of the curse upon me, as soon as I meet them. And I am far from my family, so no man will go to my father to ask for my hand.</string>
    <string name="XiIMYkX6">See, they want to blame me for killing a man back when I was a wolf. My father and he had a quarrel over land. First, I'm saying I didn't kill him. And second, I'm saying that, had I killed him, it would have been back when I was a wolf. So either way I'm innocent, you see?</string>
    <string name="XKsjweaA">Unfortunately, I've found that siegework pays irregularly. My contracts are usually honored if the city falls and is looted. But if dysentery breaks out in the siege camp and the army must march away, well, you may find that you submit your receipts in vain.</string>
    <string name="xl6SnA6n">I was a soldier. It was my father's profession. I thought it would be easy for me. I wasn't scared of death or hardship. But things happen in war - not the deaths, the wounds, the screaming - but terrible things. It's difficult to explain.</string>
    <string name="xNPAZdtX">My father is Aytham, son of Thamuq, who was son of Munbilas - the elder son, mind you, not the younger - and he was son of Numayn - Numayn of the Mountain, that is, not the less illustrious ones of that name - and he was son of Zais.</string>
    <string name="xpENowWf">Strange thing, how people don't wish to die in someone else's quarrel.</string>
    <string name="XRUotzSi">Indeed. Misfortune does not mean you must submit to humiliation.</string>
    <string name="xSbEUPK4">You know, we women suffer greatly when you warriors have your sport...</string>
    <string name="xSKbicft">Let's say there's a man. He saves your life. He takes a blow for you. And he doesn't boast about it, he doesn't tell anyone else - he just grins at you. Because he knows you'd do the same for him. He's your brother. Every man who fights with him is his brother.</string>
    <string name="XVZGCB0a">Pewnie, czemu nie.</string>
    <string name="xzLIIPjB">A knave who could not abide other men's knavery! May such wonders never cease.</string>
    <string name="xZuqLfE7">But I was young and foolish. Bandits - well, who'd have thought? They're real animals. Always drunk and stabbing each other, or too drunk to feel cold so they catch the plague and end up coughing up blood, or drunk and asleep when the patrol comes around so they end up on the gallows - I suspect you get the idea.</string>
    <string name="YDPpShfF">Sensible man, that Urkhun. Nomads are the enemy of order.</string>
    <string name="YfExAEAK">So, here I am, looking for a captain under whom to serve. And if I learn my trade well, perhaps I shall one day settle my account with {NEMESIS.NAME}!</string>
    <string name="YgZJYYds">Few war leaders have the patience for followers with private vendettas.</string>
    <string name="yHWwzEZQ">Ano, opowiem ci swoją historię.</string>
    <string name="yj3nO24m">I do things in the old way, and so whenever an enemy falls to my spear, I take their head! Let's see - I have Brechtan the Old, Lamaich the Lame -- don't let the names fool you, these were great warriors - Archan the Bull, so many others! A true Battanian never boasts, because his deeds are hung over the hearth for all to see. At least that's the way it used to be.</string>
    <string name="YOzdVTeS">But one of them kept a brazier lit at night, for the warmth, and a camel kicked it into a bed of straw when he was off relieving himself. When he returned, the warehouse was in flames. And so became penniless.</string>
    <string name="yPRaUTwX">Dressed as a man, of course. Weren't difficult to do. Not hard to fool men. Bound my breasts and watched where I pissed. It was easy.</string>
    <string name="ysfnd0id">Oczywiście. Każdy zbrodniarz jest po prostu uczciwym człowiekiem pokrzywdzonym przez życie. Słyszałem setki takich bajek i nie chcę słyszeć innych.</string>
    <string name="yXhf3AJk">Ciężki wybór.</string>
    <string name="Z8TfQDSV">Kilka lat po jego rezygnacji, mieliśmy nowego dowódcę straży. My, strażnicy, służymy państwu, ale nie jesteśmy jego narzędziem. Ten nowy dowódca nie zrozumiał. Przychodził do mnie i mówił: 'Jeden z moich chłopaków zabrał córkę tego człowieka - zobacz, że nie robi bałaganu' albo: 'Zorganizujmy małe prywatne spotkania, żebyś mógł nam powiedzieć, co robią twoi ludzie'. </string>
    <string name="z9CN2ibp">They protected us, but they treated us with contempt. We were told to hew wood for them, to bring them water. We submitted. For the sake of our old, of our nursing mothers, we submitted. But it was hard for the young men to take.</string>
    <string name="Zb6ObDEB">W takim razie pewnie masz głowę do interesów.</string>
    <string name="zb6VN6rr">Zaczęło się w straży Vaegir. Odkryłem, że jestem jedynym prawdziwym wojownikiem wśród nich. Chodziło im o to, by maszerować tu i tam w swoich ładnych mundurach, nie wyciągając miecza z pochwy po miesiącu. Powiedziałem im, co myślę, a mój dowódca kazał mi trzymać gębę na kłódkę albo odejść. Więc odszedłem.</string>
    <string name="zB8602VE">I'd fight for myself, but a month in irons has left me a bit unsteady on my legs. But if you stand for me and win, my mates in the Company will pay the fine and I'm sure afford you a handsome purse as well.</string>
    <string name="zdOaQbDp">Opowiem ci moją historię. Ale nie osądzaj mnie za moje czyny, podróżniku. </string>
    <string name="ZhZlhNfn">Więc, mam ci rzec swą historię?</string>
    <string name="ZKJ2pEoL">Nóż w ciemności jest bandycką wersją szlachty.</string>
    <string name="ZN3QD4Ks">Powiem tobie i wszystkim tym, którzy posłuchają.</string>
    <string name="ZOVdtwbw">Więc, chcesz wiedzieć o grach, w które Fate grał ze mną?</string>
    <string name="ZoxPPYLX">Myślałem o powrocie do domu. Ale straciłem te denary, które uratowałem podczas zamieszek. Jeśli jest jakaś wariatka szukająca dobrych ludzi, to chciałbym ją spotkać.</string>
    <string name="ZqWHeJ9B">Zazdrość, dlatego twój klan cię przegonił. Taki straszny grzech!</string>
    <string name="ZSaGzgmN">Mój ojciec był sędzią, a ja miałem zamiar studiować prawo, więc mogłem pójść w jego ślady. Ale kiedy poszedłem na studia, mój nauczyciel powiedział mi, że w dzisiejszych czasach potrzebne są tylko dwa rodzaje uczonych: ci, którzy wiedzą, jak budować i burzyć mury, i ci, którzy wiedzą, jak powstrzymać epidemię, która rozprzestrzenia się z niezakopanych ciał.</string>
    <string name="Zu4uBSxk">My, Surgianie, mamy tradycję. Jeśli dwóch ludzi ma spór, a nie ma świadków, więc wszystko sprowadza się do słowa jednego człowieka przeciwko drugiemu, to pozwalamy im załatwić to mieczem. Jeśli jeden człowiek nie lubi walczyć, może wynająć do walki kogoś innego. Tak to z nami działa. Pewnie inni ludzie robią to samo, bo to dobra tradycja.</string>
    <string name="ZuHolx2r">Zawodowo, to była chyba najlepsza rzecz, jaką mogłem zrobić. Gorączki, kontuzje, ropiejące rany - marynarz ma więcej, niż ktokolwiek. Ale znudziło mi się życie na pokładzie, monotonia, tyrania kapitanów, brak miejsca dla siebie, skowyt drewna, ciągły zapach gnijącej zęzy...</string>
    <string name="zwKDTWd5">Ale stary pan umarł, a kiedy nadeszły moje urodziny, jego dziedzic wyśmiał mnie. Powiedział mi, że zmarnuje się na mnie piękny koń. Więc tej nocy wziąłem najlepsze zwierzę w stajni i odjechałem.</string>
    <string name="zX3hVUKI">Wygląda na to, że nie było innego wyboru.</string>
    <string name="zZfHxtS5">Honor zawsze stoi na pierwszym miejscu!</string>
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