Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord 1.3.0 main 2020.05.08

Native/en/std_TaleWorlds_MountAndBlade_Diamond.xml

+  <resources>
+    <string name="ivKntfNA">Already requested to join, waiting for server response</string>
+  </resources>

Native/en/std_global_strings_xml.xml

@@ -107,6 +107,7 @@
     <string name="9xKCz9BE">Switch between first and third person view.</string>
     <string name="A0bqGRQc">F</string>
     <string name="A4B0GTqw">FXAA</string>
+    <string name="a8MvWaSN">Force VSync In Menus(i.e. Lobby, Inventory, Party, Character, Quest etc.)</string>
     <string name="Aa2Yokz3">Numpad *</string>
     <string name="aAaF9FWC">Right Control</string>
     <string name="accbLVWL">Sets the anti-aliasing technique. </string>
@@ -237,6 +238,7 @@
     <string name="HDV63kra">4</string>
     <string name="hfpb4NaS">Group 0 Hear DESC</string>
     <string name="hHxSj7tY">SelectOrder3</string>
+    <string name="Hj1bsSbW">Force VSync in Menus</string>
     <string name="hK9bkACI">UI Switch To Left Tab</string>
     <string name="hL2Lnp6N">View Orders DESC</string>
     <string name="HmgPBPeq">Desktop Resolution</string>

Native/en/std_item_modifiers_xml.xml

@@ -36,5 +36,6 @@
     <string name="WbaIorOh">Tuned {ITEMNAME}</string>
     <string name="WK5y3PyJ">Fast {ITEMNAME}</string>
     <string name="xeb1b5PQ">Fine {ITEMNAME}</string>
+    <string name="y3TvYqhG">Old {ITEMNAME}</string>
     <string name="zbs4c6sG">Reinforced {ITEMNAME}</string>
   </resources>

Native/en/std_module_strings_xml.xml

@@ -465,6 +465,7 @@
     <string name="D8Wjbw9K">I got captured, but later managed to escape</string>
     <string name="D9WJXQ9Z">Reject</string>
     <string name="DaE0N37L">Notables</string>
+    <string name="DaX6bsaD">{CLAN_PARTY_NAME} is attacked by {ENEMY_PARTY_NAME} near {SETTLEMENT_NAME}</string>
     <string name="dbdliaP3">my wife {REFERING_HERO.LINK}</string>
     <string name="DbHLHwkX">Smelt</string>
     <string name="DBU4VaIl">Bandit Faction</string>
@@ -517,11 +518,11 @@
     <string name="EAicirVE">Fearless</string>
     <string name="eaIQXj6O">Free attribute points: {NUMBER}</string>
     <string name="ealIwlQH">Defending {SETTLEMENT_NAME}</string>
-    <string name="eavr4x8n">Daily Production:</string>
+    <string name="eavr4x8n">Construction:</string>
     <string name="eb0nLx5E">Aserai Sultanate</string>
     <string name="EbB9y2zZ">Declare War</string>
     <string name="eDVvDS1i">Villagers</string>
-    <string name="EegxpPka">+{BONUS_AMOUNT} bonus to hammers</string>
+    <string name="EegxpPka">+{BONUS_AMOUNT} bonus to construction</string>
     <string name="eEmbb1MR">Production(s)</string>
     <string name="EHkzaZBi">Tournament of {SETTLEMENT_NAME}</string>
     <string name="eIws123Z">Leg Armor</string>
@@ -696,7 +697,7 @@
     <string name="hSsS5xAa">{TROOP_NAMES_BEGIN}{?IS_PLURAL} and {?}{\\?}{TROOP_NAMES_END} {?IS_PLURAL}are{?}is{\\?} waiting for other siege machines to arrive.</string>
     <string name="HuCClZqT">Wage</string>
     <string name="hVmamTJX">Gain party morale from food variety (Quartermaster). Improve settlement prosperity and build projects (Governor). Spend time in your settlements (Clan Leader).</string>
-    <string name="HWSKCne0">Boosting a project x2 speed for 1 day costs 500&lt;img src=&quot;Icons\Coin@2x&quot;&gt;</string>
+    <string name="HWSKCne0">Boosting a project adds +50 construction and costs 500&lt;img src=&quot;Icons\Coin@2x&quot;&gt;/day.</string>
     <string name="Hx47TGrA">Hard</string>
     <string name="hYgmzZJX">Denars</string>
     <string name="HYVQKIhh">Defender Army</string>

Native/std_TaleWorlds_MountAndBlade_Diamond.xml

+  <resources>
+    <string name="ivKntfNA">Already requested to join, waiting for server response</string>
+  </resources>

Native/std_global_strings_xml.xml

@@ -107,6 +107,7 @@
     <string name="9xKCz9BE">Switch between first and third person view.</string>
     <string name="A0bqGRQc">F</string>
     <string name="A4B0GTqw">FXAA</string>
+    <string name="a8MvWaSN">Force VSync In Menus(i.e. Lobby, Inventory, Party, Character, Quest etc.)</string>
     <string name="Aa2Yokz3">Numpad *</string>
     <string name="aAaF9FWC">Right Control</string>
     <string name="accbLVWL">Sets the anti-aliasing technique. </string>
@@ -237,6 +238,7 @@
     <string name="HDV63kra">4</string>
     <string name="hfpb4NaS">Group 0 Hear DESC</string>
     <string name="hHxSj7tY">SelectOrder3</string>
+    <string name="Hj1bsSbW">Force VSync in Menus</string>
     <string name="hK9bkACI">UI Switch To Left Tab</string>
     <string name="hL2Lnp6N">View Orders DESC</string>
     <string name="HmgPBPeq">Desktop Resolution</string>

Native/std_item_modifiers_xml.xml

@@ -36,5 +36,6 @@
     <string name="WbaIorOh">Tuned {ITEMNAME}</string>
     <string name="WK5y3PyJ">Fast {ITEMNAME}</string>
     <string name="xeb1b5PQ">Fine {ITEMNAME}</string>
+    <string name="y3TvYqhG">Old {ITEMNAME}</string>
     <string name="zbs4c6sG">Reinforced {ITEMNAME}</string>
   </resources>

Native/std_module_strings_xml.xml

@@ -465,6 +465,7 @@
     <string name="D8Wjbw9K">I got captured, but later managed to escape</string>
     <string name="D9WJXQ9Z">Reject</string>
     <string name="DaE0N37L">Notables</string>
+    <string name="DaX6bsaD">{CLAN_PARTY_NAME} is attacked by {ENEMY_PARTY_NAME} near {SETTLEMENT_NAME}</string>
     <string name="dbdliaP3">my wife {REFERING_HERO.LINK}</string>
     <string name="DbHLHwkX">Smelt</string>
     <string name="DBU4VaIl">Bandit Faction</string>
@@ -517,11 +518,11 @@
     <string name="EAicirVE">Fearless</string>
     <string name="eaIQXj6O">Free attribute points: {NUMBER}</string>
     <string name="ealIwlQH">Defending {SETTLEMENT_NAME}</string>
-    <string name="eavr4x8n">Daily Production:</string>
+    <string name="eavr4x8n">Construction:</string>
     <string name="eb0nLx5E">Aserai Sultanate</string>
     <string name="EbB9y2zZ">Declare War</string>
     <string name="eDVvDS1i">Villagers</string>
-    <string name="EegxpPka">+{BONUS_AMOUNT} bonus to hammers</string>
+    <string name="EegxpPka">+{BONUS_AMOUNT} bonus to construction</string>
     <string name="eEmbb1MR">Production(s)</string>
     <string name="EHkzaZBi">Tournament of {SETTLEMENT_NAME}</string>
     <string name="eIws123Z">Leg Armor</string>
@@ -696,7 +697,7 @@
     <string name="hSsS5xAa">{TROOP_NAMES_BEGIN}{?IS_PLURAL} and {?}{\\?}{TROOP_NAMES_END} {?IS_PLURAL}are{?}is{\\?} waiting for other siege machines to arrive.</string>
     <string name="HuCClZqT">Wage</string>
     <string name="hVmamTJX">Gain party morale from food variety (Quartermaster). Improve settlement prosperity and build projects (Governor). Spend time in your settlements (Clan Leader).</string>
-    <string name="HWSKCne0">Boosting a project x2 speed for 1 day costs 500&lt;img src=&quot;Icons\Coin@2x&quot;&gt;</string>
+    <string name="HWSKCne0">Boosting a project adds +50 construction and costs 500&lt;img src=&quot;Icons\Coin@2x&quot;&gt;/day.</string>
     <string name="Hx47TGrA">Hard</string>
     <string name="hYgmzZJX">Denars</string>
     <string name="HYVQKIhh">Defender Army</string>

Native/tr/std_crafting_pieces_xml.xml

@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@
     <string name="1T0XBYlc">Sertleştirilmiş Meşe Çift Elli Balta Sapı</string>
     <string name="1to2wcps">Geniş Çıkıntılı Kısa Kılıç Bıçağı</string>
     <string name="1yEQNTG1">Uzun Şestopyor Başı</string>
-    <string name="1zRo3td4">Civatalı Boynuz Şekilli Çift Elli Sap</string>
+    <string name="1zRo3td4">Çivili Çift Elli Boynuz Kabzası</string>
     <string name="22f2NR2N">Uzun Eğri Dişbudak Ok Sapı</string>
     <string name="26KZ6S7F">Doğu İşi Desenli Kulp</string>
     <string name="29OXRdZu">Dar Sivri Koruma</string>
@@ -415,7 +415,7 @@
     <string name="N1qLYlxF">İnce Çelik Kaskara Bıçak</string>
     <string name="N3VXsh2z">Çelik Paramerion Bıçağı</string>
     <string name="NAHHwS3G">Geniş Yaprak Şekilli Mızrak Ucu</string>
-    <string name="nazL7Z3e">Civatalı Southern Kabza İki Elle</string>
+    <string name="nazL7Z3e">Güneş İşi Çift Elli Çivilenmiş Kabza</string>
     <string name="NfPgejKk">Delinmiş Sparth Bıçağı</string>
     <string name="nGP3FlHm">Uzun Maun Şaft</string>
     <string name="Nhhmj7bz">Sert Akçaağaç Pike Gönderi</string>

Native/tr/std_module_strings_xml.xml

@@ -767,7 +767,7 @@
 	<string name="J7DnK8Kv">Bugün senin şanslı günün değil dostum. Gümüşünü bize vermeye ne dersin? Kimsenin boğazını kesmek zorunda kalmak istemiyorum.</string>
 	<string name="j9Weia10">Kolay</string>
 	<string name="jbQ3LYBl">imparator</string>
-	<string name="JbTCDDb0">civata</string>
+	<string name="JbTCDDb0">Kundaklı Yay Oku</string>
 	<string name="jCbYaCcg">Tanıştığıma memnun oldum {PLAYER.LINK}. Ben {NPC.LINK}. Yardımların için teşekkürler umarım tekrar görüşürüz.</string>
 	<string name="Jd0Kq9lD">Kalkan</string>
 	<string name="jd4ULLGr">Aktif Görevler</string>

SandBox/en/std_SandBox.xml

@@ -16,6 +16,7 @@
     <string name="0Wg00sfN">Thank you, {?PLAYER.GENDER}madam{?}sir{\\?}. We will be moving immediately.</string>
     <string name="0WgYomR5">Thank you. I cannot guarantee I'd do the same for you, but I thank you.</string>
     <string name="0WTPOUKM">What? You treacherous… Well, {?PLAYER.GENDER}lady{?}sir{\\?} you have made yourself an enemy.</string>
+    <string name="0wTZx8EC">You don't seem trustworthy. I have no interest in your offer.</string>
     <string name="0xnRstRX">I do so swear, {LORD.LINK}.</string>
     <string name="0YIdXQFU">May the Heavens protect and guide you.</string>
     <string name="0YJGvJ7o">You should leave now.</string>
@@ -141,6 +142,7 @@
     <string name="6oevXUSa">Let it be known that from this day forward, you are my sworn {?PLAYER.GENDER}follower{?}man{\\?} and vassal. I give you my protection and grant you the right to bear arms in my name, and I pledge that I shall not deprive you of your life, liberty or properties except by the lawful judgment of your peers or by the law and custom of the land.</string>
     <string name="6OmbzoBs">{ISSUE_GIVER.LINK} a merchant from {ISSUE_GIVER_SETTLEMENT} has told you that {?ISSUE_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} daughter has gone missing. {?ISSUE_GIVER.GENDER}She{?}He{\\?} offers a bounty of {BASE_REWARD_GOLD}{GOLD_ICON} to anyone who finds her and brings her back. You choose {COMPANION.LINK} and {REQUIRED_TROOP_AMOUNT} men to search for her and bring her back. You expect them to return in {ALTERNATIVE_SOLUTION_DAYS} days with the news of success.</string>
     <string name="6P1ruzsC">Maybe...</string>
+    <string name="6po3wjFa">Okay. I hope you will not regret this.</string>
     <string name="6Q4cPOSG">Yes, we will.</string>
     <string name="6SppoTum">Yes? What do you want?[rb:positive]</string>
     <string name="6xZ8U3Yz">Surgeon {CURRENTLY_HELD_SURGEON}</string>
@@ -245,6 +247,7 @@
     <string name="aHGbTpLp">Tell me how tournaments work.</string>
     <string name="aHjUgEur">I own {BUSINESS_LIST} here.</string>
     <string name="aI0vbad8">Stealing is not for us. Don't do anything about that!</string>
+    <string name="aIbR4Nr3">Sure, but first you will need to pay me and my men {GOLD_AMOUNT} denars for our efforts.</string>
     <string name="aJqSItFZ">You don't have any companions with {ROGUERY_SKILL} skill higher than {REQUIRED_SKILL_LEVEL} to assign for this quest!</string>
     <string name="ajSm2FEU">I know spies are hard to catch but I tasked this to you for a reason. Do not let me down {PLAYER.NAME}.</string>
     <string name="ak2EMWWR">You failed to bring the daughter back to her {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}mother{?}father{\\?} as promised to {QUEST_GIVER.LINK}. {QUEST_GIVER.LINK} is furious</string>
@@ -389,6 +392,7 @@
     <string name="ddEu5IFQ">I hope so.</string>
     <string name="ddhr2Xa3">I don't care. Yield or fight!</string>
     <string name="DeoalRXY">One of {NOTABLE.FIRSTNAME}'s hunting hounds took down my cousin's sheep, but {NOTABLE.FIRSTNAME} paid twice the beast's value in compensation -- very fair, I say, very fair indeed.</string>
+    <string name="dfEi6GSE">We will fight for you, if you can pay us {GOLD_AMOUNT} denars in exchange for every influence we gain for you.</string>
     <string name="Dga7sQOu">I no longer need you as Surgeon.</string>
     <string name="DGKgQycl">Greetings. How can I help you?</string>
     <string name="dgNCuuUL">Hello, {PLAYER.NAME}. Good to see you again.</string>
@@ -521,6 +525,7 @@
     <string name="g8qb3Ame">Thank you.</string>
     <string name="GAq7KAf0">You bet! Say, you look like a fighter. You should join. Back in the old days it was all condemned criminals and fights to the death, but nowadays they use blunted weapons.</string>
     <string name="GAsVO8cZ">Good day, friend. I'll bet you came here for the games, or as they say nowadays, the tournament!</string>
+    <string name="GbOj39KC">I'm not sure why</string>
     <string name="gbXLb2WE">I shall claim it.</string>
     <string name="GcCfYKDl">Farewell, then.[rb:positive]</string>
     <string name="GDSwyH2p">your ladyship</string>
@@ -566,6 +571,7 @@
     <string name="hJ1SFkmq">You managed to find the spy but lost the duel. {QUEST_GIVER.LINK} is disappointed.</string>
     <string name="hmmoXy0E">Whose workshop is this?</string>
     <string name="hnSFjIkM">As you wish. Your enemies are my enemies.</string>
+    <string name="HOMeZ9bB">Let me think about it.</string>
     <string name="HpWYfcgw">..and to uphold your rights under the laws of the Sturgians, and the rights of your kin, and to avenge their blood as thought it were my own.</string>
     <string name="hsYgcbaI">You've cleared some members of a gang off of a territory that they claim. Do you want to stay here to make sure the others don't try to take it back?</string>
     <string name="Ht3S4nvm">Let's do some diagnostics about your faction.</string>
@@ -680,7 +686,6 @@
     <string name="KQ3aYvp3">Some day you’ll see I did you a favor. Pack up, we need to go.</string>
     <string name="kq9nFrjI">Did you bring my girl?</string>
     <string name="kqDvS5Vz">Now, it grieves us to do this, but we have mouths to feed and we're going to have ask you to pay for passage through our lands. If you refuse, we'll have no choice but to take your money by force.</string>
-    <string name="KQXOmLh6">This is a generic backstory</string>
     <string name="kr68V5pm">{ISSUE_GIVER.NAME} wants {?ISSUE_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} daughter found</string>
     <string name="Kto7RWKE">Help! Help! Prison break!</string>
     <string name="KtrZs3yA">Certainly! The arena is open to anyone who doesn't mind hard knocks. Looks like a few of our lads are warming up now. You can go and hop in if you want to. Or come back later when there's a tournament.[ib:warrior][rb:very_positive]</string>
@@ -758,6 +763,7 @@
     <string name="MlTofjrU">And how would you serve us?</string>
     <string name="MLyBN51z">Round is over, your team is disqualified from the tournament.</string>
     <string name="MN2v1AZQ">I hate you! You killed him! I can’t believe it!. I will hate you with all my heart till my dying days. </string>
+    <string name="MnluqvyE">I do not care to talk about my past.</string>
     <string name="mo4rbYvm">A couple of powerful wolves against a flock of helpless sheep. {GAME_NAME} is a game of uneven odds and seemingly all-powerful adversaries. But through strategy and sacrifice, even the sheep can dominate the wolves.</string>
     <string name="MPkoFNpr">Yes, captain.[ib:demure][rb:positive]</string>
     <string name="MqIg6Mh2">I swear homage to you as lawful {FACTION_TITLE}.</string>
@@ -852,6 +858,7 @@
     <string name="P7aRBg2h">Thank the heavens we have {?NOTABLE.GENDER}women{?}men{\\?} like {NOTABLE.LINK} to help the poor in these hard times.</string>
     <string name="P98iCLjl">Get out of my face you vile beggar.[rb:negative]</string>
     <string name="P99OLPWU">Excuse me, {?PLAYER.GENDER}madam{?}sir{\\?}, but I must shortly go about my business. Is there anything you need?</string>
+    <string name="pBb6sevv">It is enough to say that I am looking for a new employer, and I will serve loyally so long as I am treated well and paid well.</string>
     <string name="PbDK3PIi">Can I change the amount we're betting?</string>
     <string name="PDhmSieV">{QUEST_GIVER.NAME}'s Kidnapped Daughter at {SETTLEMENT}</string>
     <string name="PdKIXiFa">Forgive me, {LORD.LINK}, I must give the matter more thought first...</string>
@@ -1011,7 +1018,6 @@
     <string name="tsjwrZCZ">I am sure that, as {?PLAYER.GENDER}lady{?}lord{\\?} of this district, you will not let these unlawful threats go unpunished. As the lord of the region, you can talk to {TARGET_NOTABLE.NAME} and force him to accept the blood money.</string>
     <string name="tTKpOFRK">You won the duel but your opponent was innocent. {QUEST_GIVER.LINK} is disappointed.</string>
     <string name="TTkVcObg">What choice do I have you heartless bastard![rb:very_negative]</string>
-    <string name="TtLzpduL">We can be your mercenary for {GOLD_AMOUNT} denars of payment per influence.</string>
     <string name="tuaQ5uU3">I guess the only way to free you from this pretty boy’s spell is to kill him.</string>
     <string name="tuz8ZNT6">I wish to form a caravan in this town.</string>
     <string name="tVb0nWxm">War is all about sacrifice. In {GAME_NAME} you must make sure that your opponent sacrifices more than you do. Every move can expose you or your opponent and must be carefully considered.</string>
@@ -1067,6 +1073,8 @@
     <string name="VH27tpkT">It's quite the opportunity to make your name. You risk no more than your teeth, and didn't the Heavens give us thirty of those, just to have a few spare for grand opportunities like this?</string>
     <string name="vHKkVkAF">You have fought well. You are free to go.</string>
     <string name="VHuIdRYU">An enemy has seen you!</string>
+    <string name="VIztLFNQ">You need to discuss this with our leader {LEADER.LINK}.</string>
+    <string name="VJbQNVDu">You don't deserve my coin. This contract is over.</string>
     <string name="vjk2q3OT">{?PLAYER.GENDER}Madam{?}Sir{\\?}, {TARGET_NOTABLE.NAME}'s nephew murdered one of my kinsman, and it is our right to take vengeance on the murderer. Custom gives us the right of vengeance. Everyone must know that we are willing to avenge our sons, or others will think little of killing them. Does it do us good to be a clan of old men and women, drowning in silver, if all our sons are slain? Please sir, allow us to take vengeance. We promise we won't let this turn into a senseless blood feud.</string>
     <string name="vjOkDM6C">If you defend a murderer than you die like a murderer. Boys, kill them all!</string>
     <string name="VLgqVpT1">Hey you. {ALLEY_BOSS.NAME} knows you, right? That's good, but I'm still going to need to ask you your business around here.</string>
@@ -1127,6 +1135,7 @@
     <string name="x9VgLEzi">Yes… I’ve suffered a great misfortune. My daughter, a headstrong girl, has been bewitched by this never-do-well. I told her to stop seeing him but she wouldn’t listen!. Now she’s missing - I’m sure she’s been abducted by him!. I’m offering a bounty of {BASE_REWARD_GOLD}{GOLD_ICON} to anyone who brings her back. Please {?PLAYER.GENDER}ma'am{?}sir{\\?}! Don’t let a father’s heart be broken.</string>
     <string name="xatWDriV">Never mind then.</string>
     <string name="xb1Ps6ZC">Now get lost...</string>
+    <string name="xbFa2L9A">We will not forget this.</string>
     <string name="XbnhxZbo">{PLAYER.NAME}.. Is that you? Am I free?</string>
     <string name="xCjCHRcS">As you wish. I hereby declare your oaths to be null and void. You will no longer hold land or titles in my name, and you are released from your duties to my house. You are free, {PLAYER.NAME}.</string>
     <string name="xCy5AXrz">I'll have your head on a pike for this, you bastard! Someday![if:idle_angry][rb:very_negative][ib:agressive]</string>
@@ -1146,6 +1155,7 @@
     <string name="Xo5lc6sz">If you've got more mouths in your house than your land will feed, {NOTABLE.FIRSTNAME} will let you work a bit of {?NOTABLE.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} property - but he'll take a third of your harvest, even if you're kin.</string>
     <string name="XoftWx6z">I don't think I owe you such a favor {PLAYER.NAME}. I see no reason to accept this for you.[rb:negative]</string>
     <string name="xoJfnk6m">Walk the path of righteousness.</string>
+    <string name="xOrwhUVJ">I want to end our contract.</string>
     <string name="xP8cKZFE">They say the merchant {NOTABLE.LINK} is hiring at {?NOTABLE.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} {SHOP_TYPE}. {?NOTABLE.GENDER}She{?}He{\\?}'s a harsh master but a fair one, they say.</string>
     <string name="xpafjLhC">My dear {PLAYER.NAME}, your generous gift has led me to reconsider what you ask, and I have come to appreciate the wisdom of your proposal.</string>
     <string name="Xpekpwby">Barter line - player should not see this</string>
@@ -1215,6 +1225,7 @@
     <string name="ZCbQvqqv">An unscarred face is usual for farmers and merchants but less so for warriors. This might be useful.</string>
     <string name="zcf9M1Qh">Very well... You may go.</string>
     <string name="ZEwHT9LE">I want to bet on myself!</string>
+    <string name="zFAkHQRH">I am ready to pay my debt.</string>
     <string name="zG5jo0bJ">Yes, have you made any progress on it?</string>
     <string name="ZhCRL9mY">All those bastards walking around drunk and bothering folks.. But they work for {NOTABLE.LINK} and you can't say a thing if you value your head.</string>
     <string name="zJVb2aCe">Farewell, {PLAYER.NAME}. I regret that we part on these terms.</string>

SandBox/en/std_TaleWorlds_CampaignSystem.xml

@@ -180,6 +180,7 @@
     <string name="3DzXmMEU">CharmExtra1</string>
     <string name="3EhDMjLF">Horse Slaughter</string>
     <string name="3FA3CRX7">+3 to party size.</string>
+    <string name="3FvGk8k6">Your settlement {SETTLEMENT} is besieged by {PARTY} of {FACTION}!</string>
     <string name="3gbgjJfZ">Candidly, what do you think of your liege, {FIRST_NAME}?</string>
     <string name="3gXc2ZzJ">You need a wilder past</string>
     <string name="3IBVEOwh">I still think we may not be ready yet.</string>
@@ -200,6 +201,7 @@
     <string name="3SBDbPjD">Good to hear that! Safe journeys.</string>
     <string name="3skTM1DC">Most people would put a knife in your back for a few coppers. Have a few friends and keep them close, I guess.</string>
     <string name="3sRdGQou">Leave</string>
+    <string name="3TmLIou4">Alive</string>
     <string name="3tzaxDI6">Every villager party entering your town generates 10 gold income</string>
     <string name="3UDUqYv1">Scout Perks</string>
     <string name="3UprB5ID">{NAME} the Brilliant</string>
@@ -263,7 +265,7 @@
     <string name="5Adr6toM">{MENU_TEXT}</string>
     <string name="5ao0RdRT">Well, I do not deny that there is something about you to which I am drawn.</string>
     <string name="5AvvGkk4">I'm sure what you did was an honest mistake, but there are laws. Hand over the contraband to me, and this will be the end of it.</string>
-    <string name="5axKTUpX">Forests give 10% less speed penalty to parties</string>
+    <string name="5axKTUpX">Forests give 10% less speed penalty to parties.</string>
     <string name="5B6WPxeu">{CHAR_NAME}</string>
     <string name="5bSWSaPl">Footmen on horses</string>
     <string name="5cH6ssDI">mercenary company</string>
@@ -501,7 +503,7 @@
     <string name="A0UCmgaY">{NAME} Bluebeard</string>
     <string name="a0UTO8tW">{ISSUE_OWNER.LINK}, the headman of {ISSUE_SETTLEMENT}, asked you to deliver {GRAIN_AMOUNT} bushels of grain to {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?} to use as seeds. Otherwise the peasants cannot sow their fields and starve in the coming season. You have agreed to send your companion {COMPANION.NAME} along with {MEN_COUNT} men to find some grain and return to the village. Your men should return in {RETURN_DAYS} days.</string>
     <string name="A1LHEGX4">Ice Breaker</string>
-    <string name="a1n2zCaD">Exactly do you wish from me.</string>
+    <string name="a1n2zCaD">What exactly do you wish from me?</string>
     <string name="a2AO5T1Q">{CLAN_NAME} has ended its mercenary contract with {KINGDOM_NAME}.</string>
     <string name="a2dJDUoL">My sword is my dowry. The gold and land will follow.</string>
     <string name="a37zTVVe">Believe me, I'll be generous to those who came to me early. Perhaps not as generous to those who came late.</string>
@@ -604,6 +606,7 @@
     <string name="arl0erDp">Of course, of course... Never mind what they say about the rats, by the way -- I've never actually seen one myself, on account of the pitch-black darkness. Anyway, I'm sure that {s5} will understand why it's important for you to control expenditures. Now... Was there anything else?</string>
     <string name="ARNYrXln">{TROOP.NAME} has claimed {SIDE1_PARTY} currently held by the {SIDE2_FACTION}</string>
     <string name="arpa1LzL">Your troops have +1 throwing weapon ammunition.</string>
+    <string name="aSniKUJv">High Loyalty</string>
     <string name="ASOW1MuQ">Your settlement {SETTLEMENT} is under attack by {PARTY} of {FACTION}!</string>
     <string name="AT6v10NK">Attribute</string>
     <string name="aTeuX4L0">Regular</string>
@@ -654,7 +657,7 @@
     <string name="b5Ucatkb">Tell me about your journeys. What news of the markets?</string>
     <string name="B5UMlqHc">I'll be honest... We don't want to die. Would you take us on as hired fighters? That way everyone gets what they want.</string>
     <string name="b6MgRYlM">This decision was rejected by the support of the council.</string>
-    <string name="b6naGx6H">Don’t worry. I’ll rid you of those poachers.</string>
+    <string name="b6naGx6H">I'll rid you of those poachers myself.</string>
     <string name="b6Spbd9O">{VICTIM.LINK} has been executed by {KILLER.LINK}.</string>
     <string name="b7APCGY2">Talk to other members</string>
     <string name="b7c5Q3BY">Character can refine two units of fine steel into one unit of Thamaskene steel, and one unit of crude iron as by-product.</string>
@@ -994,6 +997,7 @@
     <string name="DWDGHnzs">{FIRST_NAME} of the Gate</string>
     <string name="dwtIc9AG">Experienced Smith</string>
     <string name="dx0hmeH6">Tracking</string>
+    <string name="DXczLzml">Status</string>
     <string name="DxGecvb6">What happened to the rest? Well, in any case it is better than nothing, I suppose.</string>
     <string name="dXk7LOkb">Slaughter</string>
     <string name="DxVKumDj">Two extra thrown weapons per pack</string>
@@ -1016,7 +1020,6 @@
     <string name="EaifHOao">Yes, {?PLAYER.GENDER}my lady{?}sir{\\?}, I will.</string>
     <string name="eALf5d30">Thanks!</string>
     <string name="EaPQ2mm7">One thing - if possible, try not to get them all killed, will you? Green troops aren't much use to me, but corpses are even less.</string>
-    <string name="Eaq23Rez">Feat Bonus</string>
     <string name="eaQxeRh6">A boy runs out of the village and asks you to talk to the leader of the poachers. The villagers want to avoid a fight outside their homes.</string>
     <string name="eaSlwKRY">Additional size from extra prisoner cheat</string>
     <string name="eAzwpqE1">Force peasants to give you supplies</string>
@@ -1231,7 +1234,6 @@
     <string name="gBcb92pJ">{FIRST_NAME} the Slicer</string>
     <string name="gbHKGRr5">You have received a message and a purse from {QUEST_GIVER.LINK}. The missive reads: ”The herd arrived. Some were lost, but we made enough money to get by. Thank you, and please accept these {REWARD}{GOLD_ICON} with our gratitude.”.</string>
     <string name="gBKb8DoH">Tactical Superiority</string>
-    <string name="GbOj39KC">I'm not sure why</string>
     <string name="gBSEXHGi">{NAME} the Traitor</string>
     <string name="gCaT2BTu">{PRISONER.NAME} has been released from captivity following a peace treaty</string>
     <string name="GCH6RgIQ">How though are they?</string>
@@ -1699,7 +1701,7 @@
     <string name="L9n6yu1X">The influence cost of creating an army is reduced by 30% for the ruler\nArmies led by the ruler earn cohesion at 30% less cost\nArmies led by non-ruler nobles cost 10% more influence to create</string>
     <string name="l9sFJawW">Go to the tavern district</string>
     <string name="l9wYpIuV">Any news? Have you managed to clear out the hideout yet?</string>
-    <string name="lA14Ubal">I’ll rid you of those poachers myself.</string>
+    <string name="lA14Ubal">I can send a companion to hunt these poachers.</string>
     <string name="Lak0x7Sa">{HOURS} {?HOURS==1}hour{?}hours{\\?}</string>
     <string name="LandDiUh">Volley Commander</string>
     <string name="lay7hKUK">I insist that my {?PLAYER.GENDER}wife{?}husband{\\?} conduct {?PLAYER.GENDER}herself{?}himself{\\?} according to the highest standards.</string>
@@ -1977,7 +1979,6 @@
     <string name="oAaKaXEy">I really like this meal. I'd like it served to all my men.</string>
     <string name="oAb4NqO5">Male</string>
     <string name="obHhAi60">You don't have any companions with riding skill higher than {REQUIRED_SKILL_LEVEL} to this mission!</string>
-    <string name="obiKXPPW">Governor Bonus</string>
     <string name="Obk7j3ai">Here it is. Now let us pass</string>
     <string name="obVZqyjo">{NAME} the Trader</string>
     <string name="ObwbbEqE">Siege Medic</string>
@@ -2244,6 +2245,7 @@
     <string name="QUn2ugIX">Thank you. Here's your pay.</string>
     <string name="qUOXitED">Buttermilk {FIRST_NAME}</string>
     <string name="QuVgluRH">my husband</string>
+    <string name="qvlln5ej">Thanks, I knew I could trust you.</string>
     <string name="qWAmxyYz">Back to town center</string>
     <string name="qWLq2y84">a stillborn baby</string>
     <string name="QwpHoMJu">Minor</string>
@@ -2416,6 +2418,7 @@
     <string name="shU7OlQT">You cannot trade while in disguise.</string>
     <string name="SHwBIOD1">Your settlements prosperity grows at quadruple normal rate while you are waiting there.</string>
     <string name="sHXLjzCb">Crossbow Cavalry</string>
+    <string name="SJ2qsRdF">Low Loyalty</string>
     <string name="SJ6dYPL2">Thank you sir!</string>
     <string name="sJcOmYep">{FIRST_NAME} the Cudgel</string>
     <string name="SJfqzt8m">Go on… I'm listening</string>
@@ -2629,6 +2632,7 @@
     <string name="uujU2fSA">{FACTION_LIEGE}'s scum</string>
     <string name="UUN43F43">{FIRST_NAME} the Goat</string>
     <string name="UuSstgt8">This village has no goods to take.</string>
+    <string name="uvjOVy5P">Dead</string>
     <string name="UW1roOES">You should discuss this issue with {REDIRECT_HERO_RELATIONSHIP}, who speaks for our family.</string>
     <string name="uW7jNpaT">Concealed Blade</string>
     <string name="UwEbBanm">These are the laws of our town. The artisans don't complain when the laws require us to buy tools from them.</string>
@@ -2659,7 +2663,7 @@
     <string name="vaBYdaSH">You need to be wealthier</string>
     <string name="vaISh0sx">I will go off to make something of myself, then, and shall return to you.</string>
     <string name="VawDQKLl">Lime Kilns</string>
-    <string name="vaZDJGMx">Construction From Market</string>
+    <string name="vaZDJGMx">Construction from Market</string>
     <string name="Vb9IhkIZ">{FIRST_NAME} of the Dawn</string>
     <string name="vbbc6sIU">I regret to tell you that my progress under your tutelage is not satisfactory. I should return to my clan to resume my studies. Thank you for your trouble anyway.</string>
     <string name="vbiA31xT">Deserter extortion at {SETTLEMENT}</string>
@@ -2770,6 +2774,7 @@
     <string name="W6ebB306">people</string>
     <string name="W6XMWJ8R">Castle Charters</string>
     <string name="W73My5KO">Death</string>
+    <string name="w8Yzf0F0">Destroyed</string>
     <string name="W99amzpt">{NAME} the Fool</string>
     <string name="w9olmhv0">It is time to declare war</string>
     <string name="WACam22Q">For The Thrill</string>
@@ -3026,6 +3031,7 @@
     <string name="YQ3vm6er">Enter the arena</string>
     <string name="yqPNKKGb">Farsighted</string>
     <string name="yQtzabbe">Close</string>
+    <string name="YRbSBxqT">Not Destroyed</string>
     <string name="yRlINUML">Hah! I'll see you beg for mercy.</string>
     <string name="YRN4RBeI">Very well, madame, but I would have you know.... I intend to marry someone of my own rank.</string>
     <string name="yrPEqZEa">Any other way?</string>
@@ -3054,6 +3060,7 @@
     <string name="YWu5Xfgz">I don't feel you're taking my complaint seriously.</string>
     <string name="ywUGYbRT">Cunning {NAME}</string>
     <string name="yWXtcxqb">Construct housing so that more folks can settle, increasing population.</string>
+    <string name="yX1RycON">Boost from Reserve</string>
     <string name="yXb8bphB">Nobles are expected to raise sizable retinues.</string>
     <string name="YXbKXUDu">{ISSUEGIVER.LINK}, a merchant from {SETTLEMENT}, has told you about {?ISSUEGIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} recent problems with bandits. {?ISSUEGIVER.GENDER}She{?}he{\\?} asked you to guard {?ISSUEGIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} caravan for a while and deal with any attackers. {newline}You have agreed to guard it yourself until it visits {NUMBER_OF_SETTLEMENTS} settlements.</string>
     <string name="YXCGUSYd">Mm. Well, you'd make a very unusual match. But, well, I won't rule it out.</string>
@@ -3105,6 +3112,7 @@
     <string name="zKHkS5Gf">Gang leader needs weapons</string>
     <string name="zKhvUmeH">{?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}She{?}He{\\?} is {TARGET_HERO.NAME} from {TARGET_HERO.CLAN}. I want {?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?} brought to me, so I can settle this score once and for all. I have a {BASE_REWARD}{GOLD_ICON} that I am told is worth a king's ransom. I will give it away who brings {?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?} back alive to me within a year.</string>
     <string name="zkJPFtYn">Quest Completed: {QUEST_TITLE}</string>
+    <string name="ZkVP4RYV">Yes, I've captured {?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?}.</string>
     <string name="zLdXCpne">Marketplace</string>
     <string name="zliqo1Y8">{?PLAYER.GENDER}Madam{?}Sir{\\?}, I will pay double whatever {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}she{?}he{\\?} promised to release me. Believe me, you don't want a reputation as {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} kidnapper-for-hire.</string>
     <string name="ZlXSlx0p">In Bloom</string>

SandBox/en/std_TaleWorlds_CampaignSystem_ViewModelCollection.xml

@@ -42,7 +42,7 @@
     <string name="8cad4a279770f269c4bb0dc7a357ee1e">Class: </string>
     <string name="8SOh9bah">Choose Production</string>
     <string name="92M0Pb5T">Scout</string>
-    <string name="94aHU6nD">Daily Production</string>
+    <string name="94aHU6nD">Construction</string>
     <string name="9slDj5wr">Change Production</string>
     <string name="a241aacb1780599430c79fd9f667b67f">Party Morale: </string>
     <string name="a8nRxITn">Prisoner of {PARTY_NAME}</string>
@@ -254,7 +254,7 @@
     <string name="ta4R2RR7">Primary</string>
     <string name="TaK6ydAx">Travelling.</string>
     <string name="TAnabTdy">Accuracy</string>
-    <string name="tAwRIPiy">Production Cost: {COST}</string>
+    <string name="tAwRIPiy">Construction Cost: {COST}</string>
     <string name="Te4xxzzK">Current Denars</string>
     <string name="tf7301NC">Healing Rate</string>
     <string name="tFGM0yav">This party is disbanding.</string>

SandBox/en/std_wanderer_strings_xml.xml

@@ -3,9 +3,9 @@
     <string name="0FHF0OXK">I'm a surgeon. I trained at the imperial academy in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}. I had many rich and influential patients in the town. I thought I was well shielded from the intrigues and dangers of the Empire. </string>
     <string name="0reAi03W">I was a cowherd. In most villages, this is a boy's job, because one must be alone in the hills. In our village there were few boys, and I was a good shot with a sling, good at keeping the wolves away.</string>
     <string name="0SnKUaex">No doubt a sad state of affairs. So what do you do?</string>
+    <string name="0ttlPDSr">My family was in a feud. Over stolen cattle, as is often the case in the upcountry. Well, the family we fought turned out to be rather stronger than us, and most of us were killed. The rest were scattered. I lived for a while as a thief, stealing to eat, but that is a bitter path, and now I am looking for something better.</string>
     <string name="0ty7hiZI"> I've been in a lot of fights and I've killed a lot of people. Ask you around - you shouldn't just take my word for it. But never one who didn't deserve it, and never once outside a fair fight.</string>
     <string name="12lOrxfb">The boys of the neighboring village would pester me. One of them, the chief's son, would not leave me alone. They wanted from me what all boys want. One day he came up behind me and tried to take me by force. But I had a knife... </string>
-    <string name="157MgVWG">They say I stole a horse. Indeed, I was riding a fine horse through the streets here, and Karakhuzait are supposed to be poor. I paid for it in silver, but man who sold it to me - a dog, an Arkit - seems to want both his horse and the silver. So it is my word against his.</string>
     <string name="1Gr3wo1m">I was a smith. As you can see I'm a big fellow, strong... I was good at my job. Had a nice shop on the high street through my town. Saved a bit of money and thought about finding a girl to wed.</string>
     <string name="1gXv1YlG">If the choice I had been mine, I would have never hurt anyone. I would live on my land, eat what I had grown, marry and have children. But the Heavens have decreed that I should eat by shedding other men's blood. In the city, rich men pay me well for that.</string>
     <string name="1paC3mV1">Yes. Too many men on both sides of the law prey on the weak.</string>
@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@
     <string name="26RU4ZRj">Wait... This famous stand you're describing. It was against your own side?</string>
     <string name="28RfiykG">Every day, I give thanks to the Heavens that I was not born a savage.</string>
     <string name="2BKMNXE7">I fought three battles under the banner of the Sultan, and two more under the banners of the Qild. No more.</string>
-    <string name="2mOdY5gW">I was in the Vaegir guard in the time of Arenicos. We took our discipline seriously; we were proud of it. Then the riots happened. What I saw in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}.. Even now it makes me feel ashamed.</string>
+    <string name="2cdYmeeq">My father was a robber and a murderer. We preyed on drunks and travellers outside the caravanserais, mostly, only knifing them when we needed to. But the guards caught up with my father, eventually. He had enough silver stored away to pay the bribes to save one of us. He was hanged, I fled.</string>
     <string name="2PZsQPty">I will tell you my story. I haven't... I haven't spoken of this before, to anyone. Perhaps it's the wine here. But know that if you speak of this to anyone else, I'll cut your tongue out.</string>
     <string name="2rX8VwCj">I'll tell you my story. Why not?</string>
     <string name="2VTD9b4L">As it happened, my neighbors needed to supply an armed man for the king's levy. None of them wished to go, so I offered to stand in for them. They bought me a sword, jerkin and horse, and thus I became a warrior.</string>
@@ -40,26 +40,29 @@
     <string name="4rC9tzki">I don't begrudge a warrior a few drinks and a fight from time to time.</string>
     <string name="4u5YQtKn">Hard to blame you for that, I suppose.</string>
     <string name="4UMf7HDe">You may call it pride, but I do not wish to enlist as a foot soldier. So I work here in town, for merchants, for pay, a hired sword. All I can say is that I hope one day to purchase the land I need to serve our emperor, whoever sits in the throne, as my father did.</string>
-    <string name="4v369XQ3">Sure - I'll tell you how I wound up in here. Nothing to lose, really, what with them outside erecting the gallows for me.</string>
     <string name="548o0GKu">I could return to my people, I suppose, but I have no wish to do so. So I am here, in the towns, where I can make good money with my sword and care nothing about those who envy me.</string>
     <string name="56VPnxQd">You're a nosy one, I see.</string>
     <string name="587q6IS6">Very nice. You sound destined for the scaffold, so you might as well enjoy a hot meal or two.</string>
     <string name="5d6Xifm1">Master of empty talk, rather.</string>
     <string name="5Fp7d2cV">Sounds like justice served.</string>
-    <string name="5h5bHA4o">They were and they weren't, you might say. Dozens of bands, dozens of chiefs. Some wanted to be more than bandits, to try to treat the poor decently, and some were happy being bandits. We needed to eat, so most of the time the bandits won out. But there was one chief we had, he took things too far. Made peasants hand over not just their grain but their daughters. So I told him - Vatand was his name - what I thought of that.</string>
+    <string name="5hBuA8kd">I was an spearman. I fought on foot. That's usually what you do if you're not from a big clan. Twice the risk, half the pay and none of the glory. Anyway, I'm done with that for now, looking for other work.</string>
     <string name="5mUCH99p">Suffice to say, I could not return to my father's house. I went on my way, happy to live the life of a warrior I had always dreamed of living. But soon I found out - the tales I loved as a girl, of shield-maidens who fought for honor, do not pertain to a woman with no family or land. One cannot fight for honor when one doesn't know where the next meal comes from. So I fight for pay.</string>
     <string name="5QpIypgB">Since you ask who I am, stranger, I will tell you.</string>
     <string name="5Z9SNzQw">The lords and the merchants, they sit in their lofty towers making grand decisions, but they don't see into the back alleys to know what plots are going on. They don't know where to find the debtor who won't pay his debt. They don't know where to find the wagging tongues starting rumors. So that's where I come in.</string>
+    <string name="688YMH2y">I am Battanian by birth but I served in the legions. Many of us did. There is as much honor serving the Empire as any other master. But now the legions are no more.</string>
     <string name="6KUJ7cYt">Sure, I'll tell you my tale. Don't expect a happy one.</string>
     <string name="6NorKoWz">Well, before we begin, here's a flagon of ale to your health - both physical and spiritual.</string>
     <string name="6OF0vjQV">After Arenicos's so-called reforms, they try to maintain an army on the cheap, letting the rich run the show out of their own pocket. No wonder the whole thing's collapsed into a bunch of squabbling factions and we're mocked by the barbarians we used to rule.</string>
     <string name="6R8hkchs">That is all there is to say, really. I still have the sword, and it is for hire, to those who pay well. I'll do most whatever is needed. The world had no mercy on me, so I feel no need to show any.</string>
+    <string name="7bX48G5w">I was raised in a well-known clan, but my father died and my stepfather cast me out. It is a common enough story among our people. You may find many of us wandering the roads, our swords our only inheritance.</string>
     <string name="7caHipXX">So I left. And a short while later the emperor sent a third detachment, bigger than the others, and that was the end of the Kingdom of Truth. My old comrades - I see them sometimes from time to time, some in a lord's retinue, others in a cage with R for 'robber' branded on their forehead.</string>
+    <string name="7GpMPCMW">My clan was locked in a feud with another clan for years. One life of theirs, then one life of ours, year after year, decade after decade. But I chose to break the cycle. I left my family. I am not the first to do so. This happens among us, from time to time, though few speak of it.</string>
     <string name="7JMaPpkN">We built a great temple in the back country, out in the bush, called it the Kingdom of Truth. We whipped two imperial detachments sent to track us down. But Ladicos died, 'Called up to Heaven' he said on his deathbed, and then we lost our way a bit. We needed food and we needed money, so our chiefs started collecting 'taxes' from the villages below. Some started taking money from lords and merchants for protection of caravans. And those who grumbled - well, they started turning up dead in the dry streambeds.</string>
-    <string name="7KUO2swN">He really did swing at me first - I think. I was drunk. I know you think I'm just saying that to save my neck, but it's true. And if a trial by combat affirms that I'm talking truth, than I can get off with a fine, and not swing for what I did.</string>
     <string name="7QFCINsI">Every time I've fought with a band of my 'countrymen,' I've told them: 'Hold your lines. Stay firm. Fight as the Empires does: as a solid hammer, not a gaggle of goats.' And every time I have seen them disintegrate into a screaming rush as soon as the arrows start flying, to dash themselves on the enemy's shields or be cut down by cavalry coming in on the sides.</string>
     <string name="7RyQGcbI">The trouble with prophecies... People remember the one that came true, never the ten that were false.</string>
     <string name="7TbLW9lr">I could tell you of all my deeds, and you'd never believe me. But you know, if you'd met me a year back, I could have taken you to my hall some time and shown you them. Shown you my deeds! You heard that! </string>
+    <string name="7tCl75xJ">I was part of the old Emperor Arenicos's Vaegir Guard. But the people turned on us after his death, and attacked us. Maybe you've heard the story before. There's a whole lot of us, spat out into the world by the ungrateful Calradians.</string>
+    <string name="7WspnHDJ">I rode with Monchug Khan for years. I should have had a place of honor in his hall. But I killed a man from a richer clan over an insult, and he had too many kinfolk for me to linger anymore.</string>
     <string name="836klxRM">You want to know about me? Well, that's a story, that's a story.</string>
     <string name="84coQmIJ">My family was not one of the greatest clans of the Battanians, but nor are we among the poorest. When I came of age, my family sent me to join the Wolfskins. You may have heard of this tradition - for three years we live in the woods and do not eat cooked meat, wear spun cloth, or sleep under a roof, and according to the law we are beasts, not bound by the laws of men.</string>
     <string name="8aEcRzM7">I will tell you. If you are a partisan of the Khan Urkhun and his brood, however, you may not like it.</string>
@@ -68,23 +71,22 @@
     <string name="8duSHfDa">Ah, yes. Wise words. Do go on.</string>
     <string name="8lGql3mA">I've fought for Ulus Khan, and for Monchug Khan, and even for the old Urkhun. But I fight on foot - my family's from the town, not the steppe. Life's a little different for us.</string>
     <string name="8lQ9IM8N">The women in our family passed down the art of healing from generation to generation, and other... em... services, that can be accomplished with herbs. But for all our skill we remained poor, while richly robed, well-fed men with half our skill walked about the towns tending to the lords and ladies.</string>
+    <string name="8TabS6RW">I was a daughter of a wealthy clan. But our rivals drove us from our grazing grounds. We had to sell our herds. We were mocked in towns when we went to trade in the marketplace. Luckily my father was one of those wise enough to teach his daughters to fight. With the Heavens' help I will become wealthy and famous, and restore our family name.</string>
     <string name="8U01rj5f">When a victim turns thief, that does not right the world.</string>
     <string name="8xrIamsU">My first foray into war, we were pursued by a force of imperial cavalry twice our number. One man was needed to stay behind and hold a ford, so that the rest could escape. The others had families, so I chose to be that one, as I could think of none who would mourn me. </string>
     <string name="8zQ9UPvX">Some boys help their fathers sew crops. Some boys learn to herd sheep. Me, I spent my childhood learning to harvest the back alleys outside winehouses. My father taught me. He was a good teacher, if a cruel man.</string>
     <string name="902xqUja">A cavalier of the empire doing errands for traders! The shame of it!</string>
     <string name="9AIyvTmF">Well... I was soon disabused of this idea. A doctor starting out in the world must either have a great deal of money, or family that ensures him a long list of clients. I had neither. Instead of working in the city, I took service aboard a ship.</string>
     <string name="9bezXRLp">It did not matter much. I always preferred the woods. I made a better living shooting squirrels and rabbits and selling fur. </string>
+    <string name="9cFEa5EB">My father was one of the men that Urkhun Khan had trained by captured imperial engineers. Our people knew little of siegecraft in those days. Well, he was not allowed to work for anyone but the Khan, or he would be killed in a very unpleasant way. But he taught me, his son, what he knew, and in this generation things are a little more lenient. So I can work for whom I please. </string>
     <string name="9EQxlFGK">A wise man, my father. But proud, and that was his undoing. A thief cannot be proud. We do not survive long without protection from the guards, and a new captain wanted to double the 'tax' my father paid. He refused, so they hanged him.</string>
     <string name="9jYj8jGg">Resentment is poison to an army. Men must learn to follow what orders they are given.</string>
     <string name="9KJdwiWV">Aye, well, that shows how far honest work gets you.</string>
     <string name="9vt4wew9">I am a conoisseur of horseflesh, my friend. No one knows horses better than I. But I find, alas, that often the best horses are wasted on unworthy owners, so I try to rectify that.</string>
-    <string name="9xJrtdOG">Truth or not, a bit more penitence would be reassuring.</string>
     <string name="9YDjFZIU">Mmm... I do appreciate virtue, but villainy makes for a much spicier tale.</string>
     <string name="a1FYCbdy">Soon after I came of age, we got wind that our neighbors would raid us for cattle. We did not know by which road they would come. I was sent with a few of our tenants to hold a ford that was far out of the way.</string>
     <string name="A6WrXPQ6">So like I said: I can ride, swing a sword, manage a caravan, and I have good idea how to turn a profit. You know anyone looking to hire someone like that?</string>
     <string name="A9r6SnWx">Yes, it must be trying.</string>
-    <string name="aBqj9o7e">I suppose that's an inspiring tale, in its way.</string>
-    <string name="acRHDzXI">Oh of course. Every thief is falsely accused. It's a wonder things still get stolen.</string>
     <string name="aFs4JtDV">Eventually they demanded my father drive me out of the village. Because I was the fourth of four girls, it was no great loss for him to comply. Probably saved him worry over where he was going to find the money to marry me off. My mother screamed and wept, but her opinions were of no consequence.</string>
     <string name="Agbh1AmR">I have a gift... From the Heavens, perhaps, or perhaps from somewhere else. I have never met anyone I could not kill in a fair fight. But I do not like wars. Armies are full of crude men, boasters, drunks, rapists. I have another speciality.</string>
     <string name="agmuAXJc">How would I put it? I guess I'd say I'm a lady who's gotten a reputation for doing a man's work better then the men. I guess I'm a bit of a rarity. Although that's a bit of a surprise to me.</string>
@@ -92,10 +94,11 @@
     <string name="aIPLCDp7">Heavens protect us from evil! Away! Away!</string>
     <string name="Aj9ulUly">You're a cheerful one. Good day to you.</string>
     <string name="AlZlPv4b">Councils these days. Always making changes...</string>
+    <string name="ammEPFoq">I'm a former imperial cataphract. Our skills, and our honor, needs no further introduction. But I was unable to afford my horse and armor, so I took work with merchants, as a hired sword.</string>
     <string name="AMMXrcC9">Indeed. Glory is as much a spoil of war as any, and should be shared.</string>
     <string name="aNSIajhR">I found a guardsman, alone and drunk. I have no idea whether he was one of the ones that set fire to our neighborhood. Maybe I should not have done to him what I did to him. But now I have his sword. It's been very useful.</string>
     <string name="aOSiXn2O">Well, I'm not averse to less dangerous work, if it pays well. No sense going to my grave too quickly, now that I've discovered the finer things in life. I do like the wine you get in the city, especially with a bit of bread and anchovy sauce.</string>
-    <string name="APcr8rgq">I'll tell you. It's a bit of a long story - you may wish to get yourself a drink.</string>
+    <string name="APcr8rgq">I'll tell you. You may wish to get yourself a drink.</string>
     <string name="Aqbu1o9v">Far back as I remember, I was living on the streets of {IMPERIALCAPITAL} with a bunch of other dirty, barefoot scrogs. A group of men in our alley, they called themselves the Centaurs, I guess they took a liking to me. Gave me special errands to run from them - started with picking pockets, ended with sticking knives into their enemies. Back then I'd do anything for a handful of figs and cheese and a pat on the head.</string>
     <string name="astXdbzl">The monastic calling is supposed to inspire us to live pure lives. It doesn't look good when people abandon it.</string>
     <string name="AT7pJ6Rm">It is not without some reluctance that I tell this story, for it hardly does honor to my name.</string>
@@ -110,6 +113,7 @@
     <string name="aZOuFJ6H">Well, he did not believe in such things, so he laughed, tossed her a few coins, and sent her on her way. I grew up. When my first suitor was skewered by a spear in battle, I grieved, but thought little of it.</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="b1Ucozvw">I was a farmer once. I killed a man in a fight and could not pay the blood money, so I had to flee. It's a common enough tale in the northlands. I accept that my destiny will be blood and hardship, rather than the simple life on the land I once craved.</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">Refill my glass and I'll tell you.</string>
@@ -118,19 +122,24 @@
     <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">Yeah... I can tell you all that.</string>
+    <string name="BFVlgN2S">I was a monk. But I, like many others, wasn't especially suited to monastery life, and was expelled. No complaints there. The one good thing about monasteries, though - you learn a fair deal about herbs and medicine. So that's how I intend to make my income.</string>
     <string name="bhvZuX1m">A rather sad tale of deceit and disgrace.</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">I'm sure he'll be happy if you're happy.</string>
     <string name="bMHFQgVE">Aye, real honor is as scarce as hen's teeth these days.</string>
+    <string name="bNUxoLhP">I don't know where I came from. First thing I remember is wandering the roads with a bunch of other orphans, going from village to village begging and stealing. But now, you see, I've stolen a sword from a group of bandits we found sleeping off a drunken night, and I figure maybe I can be something different.</string>
+    <string name="bRE8iZqE">I had no father, see. None that I knew. There are scores of us in every town, begging and stealing and working for the gangs. But I was always the type of girl who wanted something more, and I got ahold of this sword, you see, and now I intend to turn other people's blood into silver.</string>
     <string name="BuamWVTp">Yes.. My story... Jealousy, envy of my talents. That's always been my undoing.</string>
     <string name="BVQ075W6">A sad tale. Please continue.</string>
     <string name="bwthhDSN">Right or wrong, I cannot blame you for your anger.</string>
+    <string name="BxJA6fS5">Urkhun Khan decreed a generation ago that all the Khuzaits must settle, to be conscripted and taxed. We refused. His men took our flocks, and we have since lived like beggars on the edge of the towns. I have resolved to go out and earn the money we need to buy new flocks, and then we shall go again into the great grass, beyond the reach of any tyrant or khan.</string>
+    <string name="bxKXHPp1">I served in the free companies. When I was young and foolish I loved it - the danger, the comraderie. But sometimes something you see turns your stomach. Something you saw a friend of yours do in a looted city. I will not speak of it. I need a new road to follow.</string>
     <string name="bYrgTQ3s">It sounds as though you had no choice.</string>
+    <string name="bZ1qYeIa">I'm a former Wolfskin. No doubt you have heard of us. I am not proud of what I did as a Wolfskin. But I am proud of the woodcraft I learned.</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="CA6Ew4EL">I wandered from village to village, begging and stealing. You may imagine how I fared at the 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">The starving do what they must.</string>
@@ -145,11 +154,13 @@
     <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="dCHCb1hb">The horse lords, the men of the great tribes - well they gallop 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 galloping 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="DFaMQXWH">We foot-sloggers, we're the ones who go up the ladder and into the meat grinder. Did that for 15 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="DFW5i63X">I'll tell you - what most people believe is a pack of lies. I was in the Vaegir guard in the time of Arenicos. We took our discipline seriously; we were proud of it. Then the riots happened. What I saw in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}.. Even now it makes me feel ashamed.</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="DIaT6pXi">Aye, well, once I was a rebel up in the back country, but rebels never last too long. Now I just want to serve and get paid. You've been around. You've met men like me before, I'm sure.</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>
@@ -165,8 +176,7 @@
     <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="ErBHSq7A">I am from one of the highland clans, in the far east. I do not know if you are familiar with their ways. I will try to explain.</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>
@@ -177,7 +187,6 @@
     <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>
@@ -193,11 +202,15 @@
     <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="GLXrkZbW">I'm a soldier of the imperial legions. How we came to this sorry state is a sad tale that you've no doubt heard already from my comrades. But I'm sure you're familiar with our mettle in battle, and our skill at turning youths into soldiers.</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="gnLnZuAH">Let me tell you friend, I'm hard. I've fought with the Skolderbrotva, the Vaegirs, any mercenaries worth their salt, I've been with them. Others may tell you've they've done what I've done, but I'm the real thing.</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="GT1ubyEr">I was the child of a caravan guard. I spent my babyhood swinging from a sling on the side of a camel, and my childhood chasing strays. But caravans are preyed upon by bandits and others, and I decided I don't like being prey. I reckon I have the skills to be a predator.</string>
+    <string name="gysOh3M5">Aye - you've heard about the death of the last Emperor?</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>
@@ -210,16 +223,15 @@
     <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">I am {CHARACTER_NAME_STRING}, prince of the wastelands, lord of solitude, master of emptiness. If you wish to know my other names, you may ask my kinsmen, the leopard, the hyena and the gazelle..</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="ifkJcbZu">I was enslaved by imperial raiders and taken to the city. I was bought by a nobleman, who had me fight other slaves for his personal amusement. But I purchased my freedom, eventually, and now intend to enjoy it.</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>
@@ -228,6 +240,7 @@
     <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="IVIIkCaY">I was a sword for hire. Specialized in duels - you know, when there's a trial, and you can't work it out any other way. But you can run that racket too long - eventually the councils start banning you from fighting - so now here I am.</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>
@@ -254,18 +267,21 @@
     <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">I am sorry for your loss.</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="Jv85koU3">I dressed as a man to serve in the legions. There are many of us who've done that, believe it or not. You've probably met one of us before, even if you didn't know it.</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="KAK7DLTq">My family were farmers, but we were driven off of our land. We tried to make a new home in Charas, but the people weren't too keen on newcomers, and one of the gangs ran us out. Now I don't know what to do to myself, but whatever it is, I reckon I'll have to learn how to fight.</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="KNQCoxIJ">I am a sword for hire. Some think us scum but I have my own code of honor. If I kill a man, it must be in a fair fight. My last employer asked me to do something dishonorable, so now I am looking for a new employer.</string>
+    <string name="kQO0wZLj">I guess I'd say that I'm just a lady who didn't care for her distaff, and took up a spear instead. If you want to know more, hire me, point me at your enemies, and I'll show you rather than tell you.</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="kSJEjvHm">I am a knight of the Vlandians. I am a man of honor. Honor, of course, dictates that one avenges all insults, regardless of the consequences. I shall say no more, only that I am in need of a new captain to follow due to complications in my previous circumstances.</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">That's a rather unique theology.</string>
@@ -273,12 +289,12 @@
     <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="L7tJUtlN">I was an orphan, you see. Worked for a gang, as our kind must so often do. Did their foul work for them. But they perished in a siege, and I decided to strike out on my own, see what this fine land of Calradia could offer me.</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="LDlFgmIs">Well now, I am a warrior of the Battanians. There is no greater boast than that, I will tell you! But perhaps if you hire me, I can tell you more later about the great names I have slain and the heads I have taken.</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="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 alley's protector, and so it fell on me to take his job after he grew too old to do it himself.</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>
@@ -291,6 +307,7 @@
     <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="N0yE1Ptz">I was an herbalist in a village in the north. But our home was raided, and I've been forced to wander in search of work. There are many like me on the roads of Calradia.</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>
@@ -301,15 +318,16 @@
     <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="ohA8pdlS">I kill for a living. I've killed a lot, and if you want me to kill for you, you'll hire me. You seem to have been around a bit. I don't think I need to tell you any more. I'm sure you can reckon if I'm worth my price.</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="OohIyeJo">My parents had no sons, only daughters, and I as the eldest inherited our warehouse and camels. It is common enough here for women to do that. But banditry and the fortunes of trade ruined me, which is also common, and now I must make my money some other way.</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>
@@ -322,6 +340,7 @@
     <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="pabl5PiA">I was a shepherd. Normally the job is given to boys, but I always had a knack for bows and slings, which we use to keep the wolves away. The trouble with being a shepherd, though, is that there's always the chance of quarrels with the herders of the neighboring village over disputed pastures or missing sheep. Perhaps I was too good with a bow - I killed a neighbor. My parents were poor and could not afford the blood money, so I fled.</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>
@@ -330,25 +349,28 @@
     <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 not 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="pya1JSNe">I was a surgeon, trained at the imperial academy. But my home and infirmary were burned in a bout of unrest, and now I must wander the world a bit. There are many of us out there, you know, forced to make what living we can.</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="q71Cbib7">I am a warrior, but I am not from one of the greater clans. After a battle, I may get a bloodstained weapon pried from the enemy's hand or a pat on the head from my emir, but no song of my deeds. No robe of honor. I intend to fight for someone who see in people more than their name.</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="qE4rBOI7">I am the son of a knight, but not a son born in wedlock. I was raised in my father's house, but when he was taken prisoner and ransomed, he had to sell much of what he owned, and therefore could no longer support me. I decided to set out to make my own name, if my family could not give me one. It is a common tale.</string>
+    <string name="qFLZGWHj">My father was a wheelwright but there's more money in catapults than in carts these days. I did a bit of work repairing the mangonels round the walls of my hometown, and I reckon I can build some as well.</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">A wise decision.</string>
+    <string name="QJCieDQ9">My father sent me off into the world, to build our fortune with my sword. This is a common story among the sons of our people.</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="QUamabEa">I was a merchant's daughter. There was a bout of unrest in our home city, and our home and warehouses were burned and our family made penniless. I shall spare you the details. I am sure you've heard plenty of similar tales in these times.</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="qyvj53mi">Once I was just another back-country healer, attending to squalling babies and superstitious villagers. But now I'm trying to make the money that my skill with medicine deserves.</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">Most noble of you, sir.</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>
@@ -359,6 +381,7 @@
     <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="RewhujIa">My family lost their herds and land in a dispute, and so we pledged ourself to another clan as our protectors. They treated us like servants. Once I stood up for myself, and ended up killing one of our 'protectors' in a fight. They say that is a great shame to do, but it seems that whatever happens to you, once you've tasted defeat, you encounter shame.</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">Certainly - I make no secret of my ambitions.</string>
@@ -369,21 +392,26 @@
     <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="RZizPvaI">I'm an engineer, with imperial army training. I'm sure by now you've met a few of us around, and know a bit about what we can do.</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="sfgZhUgT">I grew up in the north of the Vlandian lands. Sometimes men up there take their families far up in the hills, to live without any master or lord. But it's a hard life, cold and lonely. I want something better. I know the wilds well. I figure I can be of good use to a lord or lady, as a scout, and can at least choose my master.</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="SmWz2t65">I'm a bandit, love. I like bad men and dangerous deeds. Got it from my mother, I suppose. But banditry - you earn your silver, you spend it, you never spend long in the same place. There have to be more stable ways to kill, loot and roam.</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="suf4hUxN">When I was a lad, I dabbled in crime and banditry a bit, but am now seeking more honest work. I still like the fighting and killing part, though. Anyway, I'm sure you've met a fair amount of men like me on your journeys.</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">A noble decision!</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">You slew your husband in a duel? Get away!</string>
+    <string name="TD3babBS">I was a robber on the highways, in the Empire, making a fine living from the merchants on the roads. But I loved a girl in town, and snuck in to visit her from time to time. Then I got caught, and had to reveal the hiding place all my hard-earned loot to the guards to escape the noose. So here I am now.</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="TIYbctCQ">My father died shortly after my birth. I was my mother's only child. Our clan was poor, and a woman with a baby - especially a girl-baby - was only a drain on what little they had. So we were sold to another clan, as servants. Some years later, when my mother died, I stole one of their swords and one of their horses and rode off into the grass.</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">Such a cruel decree...</string>
@@ -392,22 +420,25 @@
     <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">Of course - and I'm sure you'll agree it's a tale worth of the telling!</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="UCpJEIE3">I am a warrior. A shield-maiden, as the Nords say. It is not uncommon in the northern lands. Perhaps you have met some of us before.</string>
+    <string name="uHbzVsYk">I come from the highlands. My people were suspicious folk. It is easy to them to get into their heads that a child, especially a girl, practices witchcraft. I had two neighbors die of fevers within the same season, and so I was chased from my home and driven to fend for myself. Which I can, and did, but now I'm looking for steady work.</string>
     <string name="UnNwWJT2">I don't mind telling.</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="UydGgLl9">I'm a trapper, a hunter. Used to be I could make a good living through furs... But with all these bandits about.... I'd rather be part of an army, I think. Spent my whole life in the woods and I reckon I could do well as a scout.</string>
+    <string name="V6boHnpo">I am of the desert. I know its ways. The wind guides me. The scorpion comes into my camp at night and tells me its secrets. The howls of the jackal bring me news of the hunt.</string>
+    <string name="vgcTdEvc">I was the son of a slave, but my bought me my freedom and an apprenticeship with a healer. I could make a lot of money as a doctor if I came from a well-known family that would attract patients. But I don't, so I offer my skills to war-leaders, who cannot afford to be so picky.</string>
     <string name="VgyWyNvL">Yeah... I'll tell you a tale of life in the great Khuzait hordes, terror of the world.</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">I'll tell you my story.</string>
     <string name="VJDZp4rM">An impossible situation...</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="vKSGJNxT">I am a warrior. I would recite to you my lineage, but that would take an hour. I would tell you my deeds, but that would take two. So, instead - if you pay me - I shall come with you and fight your enemies, and that will be the best demonstration of my mettle.</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">Indeed. There's much to be learned from the foreigner, whoever the foreigner is to you.</string>
-    <string name="VoubR8y2">Yes, I know such injustices are common.</string>
     <string name="Vs428XEb">That seems a reasonable ambition. A good scout can command a high price.</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">So here I am. I have mouths to feed, and the thing I know best is to fight.</string>
@@ -418,17 +449,20 @@
     <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="wGyCPQwG">I kill for a living. If you want me to kill for you, pay me what I'm worth. If you don't, then don't waste my time.</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">A sad tale.</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="wQRSM1lz">My father was a judge, and as such, I was educated to be a judge. That is usually the case with us. But I was always better at mathematics than letters. So I took mercenary work, making catapults. My father cast me out of his home in disgust. He once told me that the greatest privilege on earth is to dispense justice, but he will never know the joy of firing a mine and seeing the walls of a tyrannical baron or cruel archon crumble, so what does he know?</string>
+    <string name="wRS9yqyx">I fled a bad marriage. There are many like me; I meet them in every tavern in Calradia. I am lucky in that my father was a cataphract, and taught me to ride and fight before he died, and I suppose that's how I must make a living.</string>
+    <string name="WtNQGw3o">My family were tenant farmers. But that life was rubbish, and our lord was rubbish too. So I fled to the woods, where there were rebels, called themselves the 'Brotherhood of the Woods.' Rubbish of the woods, more like it. Puffed-up bandits. So now I'm looking for a boss who's not rubbish. Does such a thing exist? I guess I'll find out.</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">I'm sorry. Are you not paying attention?</string>
     <string name="Wzl0V95v">Pour yourself a drink stranger. I'll tell you all you need to know.</string>
     <string name="WZyybR2g">A tragic tale. My condolences.</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>
@@ -436,8 +470,8 @@
     <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="XEsq2Gd6">I was a smith, but I had a problem with gambling. I borrowed from an alley gang, I couldn't pay back, and, well, you probably know what comes next. A smith just can't pack up and go to another place. There's guilds that make that difficult. But I'm a big fellow, I figure I can swing a weapon as well as my tools, and there might be work for me in the wars.</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>
@@ -448,6 +482,7 @@
     <string name="XVZGCB0a">Yeah, sure.</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="Ycc0gsX9">I kill for a living. You don't look too wet behind the ears, so I'm sure I don't need to tell you any more about myself than that.</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 reclaim my birthright!</string>
     <string name="YgZJYYds">Few war leaders have the patience for followers with private vendettas.</string>
@@ -461,18 +496,19 @@
     <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">Sounds like you have a good head for business.</string>
     <string name="zb6VN6rr">Started in the Vaegir guard. I found that I was the only real warrior among them. They were all about marching here and there in their pretty uniforms, not pulling sword from scabbard for months on end. I told them what I thought, and my captain told me to keep my mouth shut or leave. So I left.</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">I'll tell you my story. But if you would judge me for what I do, you're welcome to do so, but I do not care to hear it.</string>
     <string name="ZhZlhNfn">Aye, so you want my story then?</string>
-    <string name="ZKJ2pEoL">A knife in the dark is a bandit's version of nobility, it seems.</string>
     <string name="ZN3QD4Ks">I'll tell you. I'll tell anyone who listens.</string>
     <string name="ZOVdtwbw">So, you want to know about the games that Fate has played with me?</string>
     <string name="ZoxPPYLX">I thought of going home. But I lost what denars I had saved during the riots. If there is a warband looking for good men, I would like to earn it back.</string>
     <string name="ZqWHeJ9B">Envy, yes, the only possible explanation for why your clan drove you out. Such a terrible sin!</string>
+    <string name="ZRQIdapZ">I am a horsethief. I come from a region where to be a horsethief is an honorable profession, and I am very good at it. But it is dangerous work, as owners can be vindictive people, and I am seeking safer work - as a mercenary, perhaps.</string>
     <string name="ZSaGzgmN">My father was a judge, and I had intended to study the legal rulings of the past, so I could follow in his footsteps. But when I went to study, my master told me that only two kinds of scholars were needed these days: those who knew how to build and knock down walls, and those who knew how to stem the epidemics that spread from unburied bodies.</string>
+    <string name="zTNhw5T6">I'm from a town near here. I won't say which one... Our family were protectors of our alley, and by that I mean that I thumped the head of anyone who tried to take away our rights. But the guard captain, he kept coming around demanding money and favors, and I couldn't thump his head. So now I'm looking for new work.</string>
     <string name="Zu4uBSxk">We Sturgians have a tradition. If two people have a dispute, and there's no witnesses, so it all comes down to one man's word against another's, then we let them settle it with swords. If one man doesn't like to fight, he can hire someone else to do the fighting. That's how it works with us. Probably other people do the same, because it's a good tradition.</string>
     <string name="ZuHolx2r">Professionally, it was perhaps the best thing I could have done. Fevers, injuries, festering sores - the seaman has in greater number and variety than any manner of land-dweller, I imagine. But I have little patience for life aboard, the monotony, the tyranny of captains, the lack of any space to oneself, the groaning of timbers, the constant smell of rotting bilge...</string>
     <string name="zwKDTWd5">But the old lord died, alas, and when my birthday came, his heir laughed at me. He told me that a fine horse would be wasted on me; perhaps I would like a goat. So that night I took the best animal in the stable, and rode off.</string>
     <string name="zX3hVUKI">It sounds like you had no choice.</string>
+    <string name="zXJvWvD5">I'm a warrior. A soldier of fortune, you might say. A damn good one, too, as my enemies would tell you if they could speak from the other world.</string>
     <string name="zZfHxtS5">Honor must come first!</string>
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SandBox/en/std_world_lore_strings_xml.xml

@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@
     <string name="7poObaCF">Yes, they needed a strong king, like a herd of cattle on a mountain trail needs a herdsman who knows the trail. Herds in the mountains, you see... Sometimes the stubborn old bulls, set in their ways, wander off the trail and lead the others toward a precipice.</string>
     <string name="8faAcjLz">Echerion the Tyrant-Slayer was my ancestor. Wouldn't be right if I fought for an upstart demagogue like Garios or a half-foreign adventuress like Rhagaea, now would it?</string>
     <string name="91wurGIB">My family? I was adopted by the fen Gruffendoc but really, I have no family. I was sent directly by the Heavens as a gift to the Battanians. They didn't know it, but they needed a strong king.</string>
-    <string name="9f11AsTw">My people are the people of the hills. Up here, we watch out for each other. Your life and wealth depend on your neighbors spottmming a Battanian raiding party coming your way. My people like Garios. They trust him. I'm not going to spill their blood fighting for anyone else.</string>
+    <string name="9f11AsTw">My people are the people of the hills. Up here, we watch out for each other. Your life and wealth depend on your neighbors spotting a Battanian raiding party coming your way. My people like Garios. They trust him. I'm not going to spill their blood fighting for anyone else.</string>
     <string name="aifXT4E1">My grandfather did save the boyars, and ever since, their thankless heirs have tried to weasel out of that oath. They like to quarrel, and take what they want, and care nothing for the realm.</string>
     <string name="aRlW5rks">The Heavens know I loved Arenicos. I shed my blood for him. But his dream of peace with our neighbors was moonshine. You can have war on the frontiers or war at home. I prefer war on the frontiers. Let the men earn glory, gold, and tales to tell their grandchildren.</string>
     <string name="bFZrLY8W">My class was taught how to rule, and rule we should. But one of our number should always be above the others. Put us together in a Senate, as Lucon wants, and we will always quarrel and fight. Let an emperor or empress rule in the capital, and let their children succeed them, without any fuss. We shall give them a peaceful and prosperous countryside.</string>

SandBox/std_SandBox.xml

@@ -16,6 +16,7 @@
     <string name="0Wg00sfN">Thank you, {?PLAYER.GENDER}madam{?}sir{\\?}. We will be moving immediately.</string>
     <string name="0WgYomR5">Thank you. I cannot guarantee I'd do the same for you, but I thank you.</string>
     <string name="0WTPOUKM">What? You treacherous… Well, {?PLAYER.GENDER}lady{?}sir{\\?} you have made yourself an enemy.</string>
+    <string name="0wTZx8EC">You don't seem trustworthy. I have no interest in your offer.</string>
     <string name="0xnRstRX">I do so swear, {LORD.LINK}.</string>
     <string name="0YIdXQFU">May the Heavens protect and guide you.</string>
     <string name="0YJGvJ7o">You should leave now.</string>
@@ -141,6 +142,7 @@
     <string name="6oevXUSa">Let it be known that from this day forward, you are my sworn {?PLAYER.GENDER}follower{?}man{\\?} and vassal. I give you my protection and grant you the right to bear arms in my name, and I pledge that I shall not deprive you of your life, liberty or properties except by the lawful judgment of your peers or by the law and custom of the land.</string>
     <string name="6OmbzoBs">{ISSUE_GIVER.LINK} a merchant from {ISSUE_GIVER_SETTLEMENT} has told you that {?ISSUE_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} daughter has gone missing. {?ISSUE_GIVER.GENDER}She{?}He{\\?} offers a bounty of {BASE_REWARD_GOLD}{GOLD_ICON} to anyone who finds her and brings her back. You choose {COMPANION.LINK} and {REQUIRED_TROOP_AMOUNT} men to search for her and bring her back. You expect them to return in {ALTERNATIVE_SOLUTION_DAYS} days with the news of success.</string>
     <string name="6P1ruzsC">Maybe...</string>
+    <string name="6po3wjFa">Okay. I hope you will not regret this.</string>
     <string name="6Q4cPOSG">Yes, we will.</string>
     <string name="6SppoTum">Yes? What do you want?[rb:positive]</string>
     <string name="6xZ8U3Yz">Surgeon {CURRENTLY_HELD_SURGEON}</string>
@@ -245,6 +247,7 @@
     <string name="aHGbTpLp">Tell me how tournaments work.</string>
     <string name="aHjUgEur">I own {BUSINESS_LIST} here.</string>
     <string name="aI0vbad8">Stealing is not for us. Don't do anything about that!</string>
+    <string name="aIbR4Nr3">Sure, but first you will need to pay me and my men {GOLD_AMOUNT} denars for our efforts.</string>
     <string name="aJqSItFZ">You don't have any companions with {ROGUERY_SKILL} skill higher than {REQUIRED_SKILL_LEVEL} to assign for this quest!</string>
     <string name="ajSm2FEU">I know spies are hard to catch but I tasked this to you for a reason. Do not let me down {PLAYER.NAME}.</string>
     <string name="ak2EMWWR">You failed to bring the daughter back to her {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}mother{?}father{\\?} as promised to {QUEST_GIVER.LINK}. {QUEST_GIVER.LINK} is furious</string>
@@ -389,6 +392,7 @@
     <string name="ddEu5IFQ">I hope so.</string>
     <string name="ddhr2Xa3">I don't care. Yield or fight!</string>
     <string name="DeoalRXY">One of {NOTABLE.FIRSTNAME}'s hunting hounds took down my cousin's sheep, but {NOTABLE.FIRSTNAME} paid twice the beast's value in compensation -- very fair, I say, very fair indeed.</string>
+    <string name="dfEi6GSE">We will fight for you, if you can pay us {GOLD_AMOUNT} denars in exchange for every influence we gain for you.</string>
     <string name="Dga7sQOu">I no longer need you as Surgeon.</string>
     <string name="DGKgQycl">Greetings. How can I help you?</string>
     <string name="dgNCuuUL">Hello, {PLAYER.NAME}. Good to see you again.</string>
@@ -521,6 +525,7 @@
     <string name="g8qb3Ame">Thank you.</string>
     <string name="GAq7KAf0">You bet! Say, you look like a fighter. You should join. Back in the old days it was all condemned criminals and fights to the death, but nowadays they use blunted weapons.</string>
     <string name="GAsVO8cZ">Good day, friend. I'll bet you came here for the games, or as they say nowadays, the tournament!</string>
+    <string name="GbOj39KC">I'm not sure why</string>
     <string name="gbXLb2WE">I shall claim it.</string>
     <string name="GcCfYKDl">Farewell, then.[rb:positive]</string>
     <string name="GDSwyH2p">your ladyship</string>
@@ -566,6 +571,7 @@
     <string name="hJ1SFkmq">You managed to find the spy but lost the duel. {QUEST_GIVER.LINK} is disappointed.</string>
     <string name="hmmoXy0E">Whose workshop is this?</string>
     <string name="hnSFjIkM">As you wish. Your enemies are my enemies.</string>
+    <string name="HOMeZ9bB">Let me think about it.</string>
     <string name="HpWYfcgw">..and to uphold your rights under the laws of the Sturgians, and the rights of your kin, and to avenge their blood as thought it were my own.</string>
     <string name="hsYgcbaI">You've cleared some members of a gang off of a territory that they claim. Do you want to stay here to make sure the others don't try to take it back?</string>
     <string name="Ht3S4nvm">Let's do some diagnostics about your faction.</string>
@@ -680,7 +686,6 @@
     <string name="KQ3aYvp3">Some day you’ll see I did you a favor. Pack up, we need to go.</string>
     <string name="kq9nFrjI">Did you bring my girl?</string>
     <string name="kqDvS5Vz">Now, it grieves us to do this, but we have mouths to feed and we're going to have ask you to pay for passage through our lands. If you refuse, we'll have no choice but to take your money by force.</string>
-    <string name="KQXOmLh6">This is a generic backstory</string>
     <string name="kr68V5pm">{ISSUE_GIVER.NAME} wants {?ISSUE_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} daughter found</string>
     <string name="Kto7RWKE">Help! Help! Prison break!</string>
     <string name="KtrZs3yA">Certainly! The arena is open to anyone who doesn't mind hard knocks. Looks like a few of our lads are warming up now. You can go and hop in if you want to. Or come back later when there's a tournament.[ib:warrior][rb:very_positive]</string>
@@ -758,6 +763,7 @@
     <string name="MlTofjrU">And how would you serve us?</string>
     <string name="MLyBN51z">Round is over, your team is disqualified from the tournament.</string>
     <string name="MN2v1AZQ">I hate you! You killed him! I can’t believe it!. I will hate you with all my heart till my dying days. </string>
+    <string name="MnluqvyE">I do not care to talk about my past.</string>
     <string name="mo4rbYvm">A couple of powerful wolves against a flock of helpless sheep. {GAME_NAME} is a game of uneven odds and seemingly all-powerful adversaries. But through strategy and sacrifice, even the sheep can dominate the wolves.</string>
     <string name="MPkoFNpr">Yes, captain.[ib:demure][rb:positive]</string>
     <string name="MqIg6Mh2">I swear homage to you as lawful {FACTION_TITLE}.</string>
@@ -852,6 +858,7 @@
     <string name="P7aRBg2h">Thank the heavens we have {?NOTABLE.GENDER}women{?}men{\\?} like {NOTABLE.LINK} to help the poor in these hard times.</string>
     <string name="P98iCLjl">Get out of my face you vile beggar.[rb:negative]</string>
     <string name="P99OLPWU">Excuse me, {?PLAYER.GENDER}madam{?}sir{\\?}, but I must shortly go about my business. Is there anything you need?</string>
+    <string name="pBb6sevv">It is enough to say that I am looking for a new employer, and I will serve loyally so long as I am treated well and paid well.</string>
     <string name="PbDK3PIi">Can I change the amount we're betting?</string>
     <string name="PDhmSieV">{QUEST_GIVER.NAME}'s Kidnapped Daughter at {SETTLEMENT}</string>
     <string name="PdKIXiFa">Forgive me, {LORD.LINK}, I must give the matter more thought first...</string>
@@ -1011,7 +1018,6 @@
     <string name="tsjwrZCZ">I am sure that, as {?PLAYER.GENDER}lady{?}lord{\\?} of this district, you will not let these unlawful threats go unpunished. As the lord of the region, you can talk to {TARGET_NOTABLE.NAME} and force him to accept the blood money.</string>
     <string name="tTKpOFRK">You won the duel but your opponent was innocent. {QUEST_GIVER.LINK} is disappointed.</string>
     <string name="TTkVcObg">What choice do I have you heartless bastard![rb:very_negative]</string>
-    <string name="TtLzpduL">We can be your mercenary for {GOLD_AMOUNT} denars of payment per influence.</string>
     <string name="tuaQ5uU3">I guess the only way to free you from this pretty boy’s spell is to kill him.</string>
     <string name="tuz8ZNT6">I wish to form a caravan in this town.</string>
     <string name="tVb0nWxm">War is all about sacrifice. In {GAME_NAME} you must make sure that your opponent sacrifices more than you do. Every move can expose you or your opponent and must be carefully considered.</string>
@@ -1067,6 +1073,8 @@
     <string name="VH27tpkT">It's quite the opportunity to make your name. You risk no more than your teeth, and didn't the Heavens give us thirty of those, just to have a few spare for grand opportunities like this?</string>
     <string name="vHKkVkAF">You have fought well. You are free to go.</string>
     <string name="VHuIdRYU">An enemy has seen you!</string>
+    <string name="VIztLFNQ">You need to discuss this with our leader {LEADER.LINK}.</string>
+    <string name="VJbQNVDu">You don't deserve my coin. This contract is over.</string>
     <string name="vjk2q3OT">{?PLAYER.GENDER}Madam{?}Sir{\\?}, {TARGET_NOTABLE.NAME}'s nephew murdered one of my kinsman, and it is our right to take vengeance on the murderer. Custom gives us the right of vengeance. Everyone must know that we are willing to avenge our sons, or others will think little of killing them. Does it do us good to be a clan of old men and women, drowning in silver, if all our sons are slain? Please sir, allow us to take vengeance. We promise we won't let this turn into a senseless blood feud.</string>
     <string name="vjOkDM6C">If you defend a murderer than you die like a murderer. Boys, kill them all!</string>
     <string name="VLgqVpT1">Hey you. {ALLEY_BOSS.NAME} knows you, right? That's good, but I'm still going to need to ask you your business around here.</string>
@@ -1127,6 +1135,7 @@
     <string name="x9VgLEzi">Yes… I’ve suffered a great misfortune. My daughter, a headstrong girl, has been bewitched by this never-do-well. I told her to stop seeing him but she wouldn’t listen!. Now she’s missing - I’m sure she’s been abducted by him!. I’m offering a bounty of {BASE_REWARD_GOLD}{GOLD_ICON} to anyone who brings her back. Please {?PLAYER.GENDER}ma'am{?}sir{\\?}! Don’t let a father’s heart be broken.</string>
     <string name="xatWDriV">Never mind then.</string>
     <string name="xb1Ps6ZC">Now get lost...</string>
+    <string name="xbFa2L9A">We will not forget this.</string>
     <string name="XbnhxZbo">{PLAYER.NAME}.. Is that you? Am I free?</string>
     <string name="xCjCHRcS">As you wish. I hereby declare your oaths to be null and void. You will no longer hold land or titles in my name, and you are released from your duties to my house. You are free, {PLAYER.NAME}.</string>
     <string name="xCy5AXrz">I'll have your head on a pike for this, you bastard! Someday![if:idle_angry][rb:very_negative][ib:agressive]</string>
@@ -1146,6 +1155,7 @@
     <string name="Xo5lc6sz">If you've got more mouths in your house than your land will feed, {NOTABLE.FIRSTNAME} will let you work a bit of {?NOTABLE.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} property - but he'll take a third of your harvest, even if you're kin.</string>
     <string name="XoftWx6z">I don't think I owe you such a favor {PLAYER.NAME}. I see no reason to accept this for you.[rb:negative]</string>
     <string name="xoJfnk6m">Walk the path of righteousness.</string>
+    <string name="xOrwhUVJ">I want to end our contract.</string>
     <string name="xP8cKZFE">They say the merchant {NOTABLE.LINK} is hiring at {?NOTABLE.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} {SHOP_TYPE}. {?NOTABLE.GENDER}She{?}He{\\?}'s a harsh master but a fair one, they say.</string>
     <string name="xpafjLhC">My dear {PLAYER.NAME}, your generous gift has led me to reconsider what you ask, and I have come to appreciate the wisdom of your proposal.</string>
     <string name="Xpekpwby">Barter line - player should not see this</string>
@@ -1215,6 +1225,7 @@
     <string name="ZCbQvqqv">An unscarred face is usual for farmers and merchants but less so for warriors. This might be useful.</string>
     <string name="zcf9M1Qh">Very well... You may go.</string>
     <string name="ZEwHT9LE">I want to bet on myself!</string>
+    <string name="zFAkHQRH">I am ready to pay my debt.</string>
     <string name="zG5jo0bJ">Yes, have you made any progress on it?</string>
     <string name="ZhCRL9mY">All those bastards walking around drunk and bothering folks.. But they work for {NOTABLE.LINK} and you can't say a thing if you value your head.</string>
     <string name="zJVb2aCe">Farewell, {PLAYER.NAME}. I regret that we part on these terms.</string>

SandBox/std_TaleWorlds_CampaignSystem.xml

@@ -180,6 +180,7 @@
     <string name="3DzXmMEU">CharmExtra1</string>
     <string name="3EhDMjLF">Horse Slaughter</string>
     <string name="3FA3CRX7">+3 to party size.</string>
+    <string name="3FvGk8k6">Your settlement {SETTLEMENT} is besieged by {PARTY} of {FACTION}!</string>
     <string name="3gbgjJfZ">Candidly, what do you think of your liege, {FIRST_NAME}?</string>
     <string name="3gXc2ZzJ">You need a wilder past</string>
     <string name="3IBVEOwh">I still think we may not be ready yet.</string>
@@ -200,6 +201,7 @@
     <string name="3SBDbPjD">Good to hear that! Safe journeys.</string>
     <string name="3skTM1DC">Most people would put a knife in your back for a few coppers. Have a few friends and keep them close, I guess.</string>
     <string name="3sRdGQou">Leave</string>
+    <string name="3TmLIou4">Alive</string>
     <string name="3tzaxDI6">Every villager party entering your town generates 10 gold income</string>
     <string name="3UDUqYv1">Scout Perks</string>
     <string name="3UprB5ID">{NAME} the Brilliant</string>
@@ -263,7 +265,7 @@
     <string name="5Adr6toM">{MENU_TEXT}</string>
     <string name="5ao0RdRT">Well, I do not deny that there is something about you to which I am drawn.</string>
     <string name="5AvvGkk4">I'm sure what you did was an honest mistake, but there are laws. Hand over the contraband to me, and this will be the end of it.</string>
-    <string name="5axKTUpX">Forests give 10% less speed penalty to parties</string>
+    <string name="5axKTUpX">Forests give 10% less speed penalty to parties.</string>
     <string name="5B6WPxeu">{CHAR_NAME}</string>
     <string name="5bSWSaPl">Footmen on horses</string>
     <string name="5cH6ssDI">mercenary company</string>
@@ -501,7 +503,7 @@
     <string name="A0UCmgaY">{NAME} Bluebeard</string>
     <string name="a0UTO8tW">{ISSUE_OWNER.LINK}, the headman of {ISSUE_SETTLEMENT}, asked you to deliver {GRAIN_AMOUNT} bushels of grain to {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?} to use as seeds. Otherwise the peasants cannot sow their fields and starve in the coming season. You have agreed to send your companion {COMPANION.NAME} along with {MEN_COUNT} men to find some grain and return to the village. Your men should return in {RETURN_DAYS} days.</string>
     <string name="A1LHEGX4">Ice Breaker</string>
-    <string name="a1n2zCaD">Exactly do you wish from me.</string>
+    <string name="a1n2zCaD">What exactly do you wish from me?</string>
     <string name="a2AO5T1Q">{CLAN_NAME} has ended its mercenary contract with {KINGDOM_NAME}.</string>
     <string name="a2dJDUoL">My sword is my dowry. The gold and land will follow.</string>
     <string name="a37zTVVe">Believe me, I'll be generous to those who came to me early. Perhaps not as generous to those who came late.</string>
@@ -604,6 +606,7 @@
     <string name="arl0erDp">Of course, of course... Never mind what they say about the rats, by the way -- I've never actually seen one myself, on account of the pitch-black darkness. Anyway, I'm sure that {s5} will understand why it's important for you to control expenditures. Now... Was there anything else?</string>
     <string name="ARNYrXln">{TROOP.NAME} has claimed {SIDE1_PARTY} currently held by the {SIDE2_FACTION}</string>
     <string name="arpa1LzL">Your troops have +1 throwing weapon ammunition.</string>
+    <string name="aSniKUJv">High Loyalty</string>
     <string name="ASOW1MuQ">Your settlement {SETTLEMENT} is under attack by {PARTY} of {FACTION}!</string>
     <string name="AT6v10NK">Attribute</string>
     <string name="aTeuX4L0">Regular</string>
@@ -654,7 +657,7 @@
     <string name="b5Ucatkb">Tell me about your journeys. What news of the markets?</string>
     <string name="B5UMlqHc">I'll be honest... We don't want to die. Would you take us on as hired fighters? That way everyone gets what they want.</string>
     <string name="b6MgRYlM">This decision was rejected by the support of the council.</string>
-    <string name="b6naGx6H">Don’t worry. I’ll rid you of those poachers.</string>
+    <string name="b6naGx6H">I'll rid you of those poachers myself.</string>
     <string name="b6Spbd9O">{VICTIM.LINK} has been executed by {KILLER.LINK}.</string>
     <string name="b7APCGY2">Talk to other members</string>
     <string name="b7c5Q3BY">Character can refine two units of fine steel into one unit of Thamaskene steel, and one unit of crude iron as by-product.</string>
@@ -994,6 +997,7 @@
     <string name="DWDGHnzs">{FIRST_NAME} of the Gate</string>
     <string name="dwtIc9AG">Experienced Smith</string>
     <string name="dx0hmeH6">Tracking</string>
+    <string name="DXczLzml">Status</string>
     <string name="DxGecvb6">What happened to the rest? Well, in any case it is better than nothing, I suppose.</string>
     <string name="dXk7LOkb">Slaughter</string>
     <string name="DxVKumDj">Two extra thrown weapons per pack</string>
@@ -1016,7 +1020,6 @@
     <string name="EaifHOao">Yes, {?PLAYER.GENDER}my lady{?}sir{\\?}, I will.</string>
     <string name="eALf5d30">Thanks!</string>
     <string name="EaPQ2mm7">One thing - if possible, try not to get them all killed, will you? Green troops aren't much use to me, but corpses are even less.</string>
-    <string name="Eaq23Rez">Feat Bonus</string>
     <string name="eaQxeRh6">A boy runs out of the village and asks you to talk to the leader of the poachers. The villagers want to avoid a fight outside their homes.</string>
     <string name="eaSlwKRY">Additional size from extra prisoner cheat</string>
     <string name="eAzwpqE1">Force peasants to give you supplies</string>
@@ -1231,7 +1234,6 @@
     <string name="gBcb92pJ">{FIRST_NAME} the Slicer</string>
     <string name="gbHKGRr5">You have received a message and a purse from {QUEST_GIVER.LINK}. The missive reads: ”The herd arrived. Some were lost, but we made enough money to get by. Thank you, and please accept these {REWARD}{GOLD_ICON} with our gratitude.”.</string>
     <string name="gBKb8DoH">Tactical Superiority</string>
-    <string name="GbOj39KC">I'm not sure why</string>
     <string name="gBSEXHGi">{NAME} the Traitor</string>
     <string name="gCaT2BTu">{PRISONER.NAME} has been released from captivity following a peace treaty</string>
     <string name="GCH6RgIQ">How though are they?</string>
@@ -1699,7 +1701,7 @@
     <string name="L9n6yu1X">The influence cost of creating an army is reduced by 30% for the ruler\nArmies led by the ruler earn cohesion at 30% less cost\nArmies led by non-ruler nobles cost 10% more influence to create</string>
     <string name="l9sFJawW">Go to the tavern district</string>
     <string name="l9wYpIuV">Any news? Have you managed to clear out the hideout yet?</string>
-    <string name="lA14Ubal">I’ll rid you of those poachers myself.</string>
+    <string name="lA14Ubal">I can send a companion to hunt these poachers.</string>
     <string name="Lak0x7Sa">{HOURS} {?HOURS==1}hour{?}hours{\\?}</string>
     <string name="LandDiUh">Volley Commander</string>
     <string name="lay7hKUK">I insist that my {?PLAYER.GENDER}wife{?}husband{\\?} conduct {?PLAYER.GENDER}herself{?}himself{\\?} according to the highest standards.</string>
@@ -1977,7 +1979,6 @@
     <string name="oAaKaXEy">I really like this meal. I'd like it served to all my men.</string>
     <string name="oAb4NqO5">Male</string>
     <string name="obHhAi60">You don't have any companions with riding skill higher than {REQUIRED_SKILL_LEVEL} to this mission!</string>
-    <string name="obiKXPPW">Governor Bonus</string>
     <string name="Obk7j3ai">Here it is. Now let us pass</string>
     <string name="obVZqyjo">{NAME} the Trader</string>
     <string name="ObwbbEqE">Siege Medic</string>
@@ -2244,6 +2245,7 @@
     <string name="QUn2ugIX">Thank you. Here's your pay.</string>
     <string name="qUOXitED">Buttermilk {FIRST_NAME}</string>
     <string name="QuVgluRH">my husband</string>
+    <string name="qvlln5ej">Thanks, I knew I could trust you.</string>
     <string name="qWAmxyYz">Back to town center</string>
     <string name="qWLq2y84">a stillborn baby</string>
     <string name="QwpHoMJu">Minor</string>
@@ -2416,6 +2418,7 @@
     <string name="shU7OlQT">You cannot trade while in disguise.</string>
     <string name="SHwBIOD1">Your settlements prosperity grows at quadruple normal rate while you are waiting there.</string>
     <string name="sHXLjzCb">Crossbow Cavalry</string>
+    <string name="SJ2qsRdF">Low Loyalty</string>
     <string name="SJ6dYPL2">Thank you sir!</string>
     <string name="sJcOmYep">{FIRST_NAME} the Cudgel</string>
     <string name="SJfqzt8m">Go on… I'm listening</string>
@@ -2629,6 +2632,7 @@
     <string name="uujU2fSA">{FACTION_LIEGE}'s scum</string>
     <string name="UUN43F43">{FIRST_NAME} the Goat</string>
     <string name="UuSstgt8">This village has no goods to take.</string>
+    <string name="uvjOVy5P">Dead</string>
     <string name="UW1roOES">You should discuss this issue with {REDIRECT_HERO_RELATIONSHIP}, who speaks for our family.</string>
     <string name="uW7jNpaT">Concealed Blade</string>
     <string name="UwEbBanm">These are the laws of our town. The artisans don't complain when the laws require us to buy tools from them.</string>
@@ -2659,7 +2663,7 @@
     <string name="vaBYdaSH">You need to be wealthier</string>
     <string name="vaISh0sx">I will go off to make something of myself, then, and shall return to you.</string>
     <string name="VawDQKLl">Lime Kilns</string>
-    <string name="vaZDJGMx">Construction From Market</string>
+    <string name="vaZDJGMx">Construction from Market</string>
     <string name="Vb9IhkIZ">{FIRST_NAME} of the Dawn</string>
     <string name="vbbc6sIU">I regret to tell you that my progress under your tutelage is not satisfactory. I should return to my clan to resume my studies. Thank you for your trouble anyway.</string>
     <string name="vbiA31xT">Deserter extortion at {SETTLEMENT}</string>
@@ -2770,6 +2774,7 @@
     <string name="W6ebB306">people</string>
     <string name="W6XMWJ8R">Castle Charters</string>
     <string name="W73My5KO">Death</string>
+    <string name="w8Yzf0F0">Destroyed</string>
     <string name="W99amzpt">{NAME} the Fool</string>
     <string name="w9olmhv0">It is time to declare war</string>
     <string name="WACam22Q">For The Thrill</string>
@@ -3026,6 +3031,7 @@
     <string name="YQ3vm6er">Enter the arena</string>
     <string name="yqPNKKGb">Farsighted</string>
     <string name="yQtzabbe">Close</string>
+    <string name="YRbSBxqT">Not Destroyed</string>
     <string name="yRlINUML">Hah! I'll see you beg for mercy.</string>
     <string name="YRN4RBeI">Very well, madame, but I would have you know.... I intend to marry someone of my own rank.</string>
     <string name="yrPEqZEa">Any other way?</string>
@@ -3054,6 +3060,7 @@
     <string name="YWu5Xfgz">I don't feel you're taking my complaint seriously.</string>
     <string name="ywUGYbRT">Cunning {NAME}</string>
     <string name="yWXtcxqb">Construct housing so that more folks can settle, increasing population.</string>
+    <string name="yX1RycON">Boost from Reserve</string>
     <string name="yXb8bphB">Nobles are expected to raise sizable retinues.</string>
     <string name="YXbKXUDu">{ISSUEGIVER.LINK}, a merchant from {SETTLEMENT}, has told you about {?ISSUEGIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} recent problems with bandits. {?ISSUEGIVER.GENDER}She{?}he{\\?} asked you to guard {?ISSUEGIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} caravan for a while and deal with any attackers. {newline}You have agreed to guard it yourself until it visits {NUMBER_OF_SETTLEMENTS} settlements.</string>
     <string name="YXCGUSYd">Mm. Well, you'd make a very unusual match. But, well, I won't rule it out.</string>
@@ -3105,6 +3112,7 @@
     <string name="zKHkS5Gf">Gang leader needs weapons</string>
     <string name="zKhvUmeH">{?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}She{?}He{\\?} is {TARGET_HERO.NAME} from {TARGET_HERO.CLAN}. I want {?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?} brought to me, so I can settle this score once and for all. I have a {BASE_REWARD}{GOLD_ICON} that I am told is worth a king's ransom. I will give it away who brings {?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?} back alive to me within a year.</string>
     <string name="zkJPFtYn">Quest Completed: {QUEST_TITLE}</string>
+    <string name="ZkVP4RYV">Yes, I've captured {?TARGET_HERO.GENDER}her{?}him{\\?}.</string>
     <string name="zLdXCpne">Marketplace</string>
     <string name="zliqo1Y8">{?PLAYER.GENDER}Madam{?}Sir{\\?}, I will pay double whatever {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}she{?}he{\\?} promised to release me. Believe me, you don't want a reputation as {?QUEST_GIVER.GENDER}her{?}his{\\?} kidnapper-for-hire.</string>
     <string name="ZlXSlx0p">In Bloom</string>

SandBox/std_TaleWorlds_CampaignSystem_ViewModelCollection.xml

@@ -42,7 +42,7 @@
     <string name="8cad4a279770f269c4bb0dc7a357ee1e">Class: </string>
     <string name="8SOh9bah">Choose Production</string>
     <string name="92M0Pb5T">Scout</string>
-    <string name="94aHU6nD">Daily Production</string>
+    <string name="94aHU6nD">Construction</string>
     <string name="9slDj5wr">Change Production</string>
     <string name="a241aacb1780599430c79fd9f667b67f">Party Morale: </string>
     <string name="a8nRxITn">Prisoner of {PARTY_NAME}</string>
@@ -254,7 +254,7 @@
     <string name="ta4R2RR7">Primary</string>
     <string name="TaK6ydAx">Travelling.</string>
     <string name="TAnabTdy">Accuracy</string>
-    <string name="tAwRIPiy">Production Cost: {COST}</string>
+    <string name="tAwRIPiy">Construction Cost: {COST}</string>
     <string name="Te4xxzzK">Current Denars</string>
     <string name="tf7301NC">Healing Rate</string>
     <string name="tFGM0yav">This party is disbanding.</string>

SandBox/std_wanderer_strings_xml.xml

@@ -3,9 +3,9 @@
     <string name="0FHF0OXK">I'm a surgeon. I trained at the imperial academy in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}. I had many rich and influential patients in the town. I thought I was well shielded from the intrigues and dangers of the Empire. </string>
     <string name="0reAi03W">I was a cowherd. In most villages, this is a boy's job, because one must be alone in the hills. In our village there were few boys, and I was a good shot with a sling, good at keeping the wolves away.</string>
     <string name="0SnKUaex">No doubt a sad state of affairs. So what do you do?</string>
+    <string name="0ttlPDSr">My family was in a feud. Over stolen cattle, as is often the case in the upcountry. Well, the family we fought turned out to be rather stronger than us, and most of us were killed. The rest were scattered. I lived for a while as a thief, stealing to eat, but that is a bitter path, and now I am looking for something better.</string>
     <string name="0ty7hiZI"> I've been in a lot of fights and I've killed a lot of people. Ask you around - you shouldn't just take my word for it. But never one who didn't deserve it, and never once outside a fair fight.</string>
     <string name="12lOrxfb">The boys of the neighboring village would pester me. One of them, the chief's son, would not leave me alone. They wanted from me what all boys want. One day he came up behind me and tried to take me by force. But I had a knife... </string>
-    <string name="157MgVWG">They say I stole a horse. Indeed, I was riding a fine horse through the streets here, and Karakhuzait are supposed to be poor. I paid for it in silver, but man who sold it to me - a dog, an Arkit - seems to want both his horse and the silver. So it is my word against his.</string>
     <string name="1Gr3wo1m">I was a smith. As you can see I'm a big fellow, strong... I was good at my job. Had a nice shop on the high street through my town. Saved a bit of money and thought about finding a girl to wed.</string>
     <string name="1gXv1YlG">If the choice I had been mine, I would have never hurt anyone. I would live on my land, eat what I had grown, marry and have children. But the Heavens have decreed that I should eat by shedding other men's blood. In the city, rich men pay me well for that.</string>
     <string name="1paC3mV1">Yes. Too many men on both sides of the law prey on the weak.</string>
@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@
     <string name="26RU4ZRj">Wait... This famous stand you're describing. It was against your own side?</string>
     <string name="28RfiykG">Every day, I give thanks to the Heavens that I was not born a savage.</string>
     <string name="2BKMNXE7">I fought three battles under the banner of the Sultan, and two more under the banners of the Qild. No more.</string>
-    <string name="2mOdY5gW">I was in the Vaegir guard in the time of Arenicos. We took our discipline seriously; we were proud of it. Then the riots happened. What I saw in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}.. Even now it makes me feel ashamed.</string>
+    <string name="2cdYmeeq">My father was a robber and a murderer. We preyed on drunks and travellers outside the caravanserais, mostly, only knifing them when we needed to. But the guards caught up with my father, eventually. He had enough silver stored away to pay the bribes to save one of us. He was hanged, I fled.</string>
     <string name="2PZsQPty">I will tell you my story. I haven't... I haven't spoken of this before, to anyone. Perhaps it's the wine here. But know that if you speak of this to anyone else, I'll cut your tongue out.</string>
     <string name="2rX8VwCj">I'll tell you my story. Why not?</string>
     <string name="2VTD9b4L">As it happened, my neighbors needed to supply an armed man for the king's levy. None of them wished to go, so I offered to stand in for them. They bought me a sword, jerkin and horse, and thus I became a warrior.</string>
@@ -40,26 +40,29 @@
     <string name="4rC9tzki">I don't begrudge a warrior a few drinks and a fight from time to time.</string>
     <string name="4u5YQtKn">Hard to blame you for that, I suppose.</string>
     <string name="4UMf7HDe">You may call it pride, but I do not wish to enlist as a foot soldier. So I work here in town, for merchants, for pay, a hired sword. All I can say is that I hope one day to purchase the land I need to serve our emperor, whoever sits in the throne, as my father did.</string>
-    <string name="4v369XQ3">Sure - I'll tell you how I wound up in here. Nothing to lose, really, what with them outside erecting the gallows for me.</string>
     <string name="548o0GKu">I could return to my people, I suppose, but I have no wish to do so. So I am here, in the towns, where I can make good money with my sword and care nothing about those who envy me.</string>
     <string name="56VPnxQd">You're a nosy one, I see.</string>
     <string name="587q6IS6">Very nice. You sound destined for the scaffold, so you might as well enjoy a hot meal or two.</string>
     <string name="5d6Xifm1">Master of empty talk, rather.</string>
     <string name="5Fp7d2cV">Sounds like justice served.</string>
-    <string name="5h5bHA4o">They were and they weren't, you might say. Dozens of bands, dozens of chiefs. Some wanted to be more than bandits, to try to treat the poor decently, and some were happy being bandits. We needed to eat, so most of the time the bandits won out. But there was one chief we had, he took things too far. Made peasants hand over not just their grain but their daughters. So I told him - Vatand was his name - what I thought of that.</string>
+    <string name="5hBuA8kd">I was an spearman. I fought on foot. That's usually what you do if you're not from a big clan. Twice the risk, half the pay and none of the glory. Anyway, I'm done with that for now, looking for other work.</string>
     <string name="5mUCH99p">Suffice to say, I could not return to my father's house. I went on my way, happy to live the life of a warrior I had always dreamed of living. But soon I found out - the tales I loved as a girl, of shield-maidens who fought for honor, do not pertain to a woman with no family or land. One cannot fight for honor when one doesn't know where the next meal comes from. So I fight for pay.</string>
     <string name="5QpIypgB">Since you ask who I am, stranger, I will tell you.</string>
     <string name="5Z9SNzQw">The lords and the merchants, they sit in their lofty towers making grand decisions, but they don't see into the back alleys to know what plots are going on. They don't know where to find the debtor who won't pay his debt. They don't know where to find the wagging tongues starting rumors. So that's where I come in.</string>
+    <string name="688YMH2y">I am Battanian by birth but I served in the legions. Many of us did. There is as much honor serving the Empire as any other master. But now the legions are no more.</string>
     <string name="6KUJ7cYt">Sure, I'll tell you my tale. Don't expect a happy one.</string>
     <string name="6NorKoWz">Well, before we begin, here's a flagon of ale to your health - both physical and spiritual.</string>
     <string name="6OF0vjQV">After Arenicos's so-called reforms, they try to maintain an army on the cheap, letting the rich run the show out of their own pocket. No wonder the whole thing's collapsed into a bunch of squabbling factions and we're mocked by the barbarians we used to rule.</string>
     <string name="6R8hkchs">That is all there is to say, really. I still have the sword, and it is for hire, to those who pay well. I'll do most whatever is needed. The world had no mercy on me, so I feel no need to show any.</string>
+    <string name="7bX48G5w">I was raised in a well-known clan, but my father died and my stepfather cast me out. It is a common enough story among our people. You may find many of us wandering the roads, our swords our only inheritance.</string>
     <string name="7caHipXX">So I left. And a short while later the emperor sent a third detachment, bigger than the others, and that was the end of the Kingdom of Truth. My old comrades - I see them sometimes from time to time, some in a lord's retinue, others in a cage with R for 'robber' branded on their forehead.</string>
+    <string name="7GpMPCMW">My clan was locked in a feud with another clan for years. One life of theirs, then one life of ours, year after year, decade after decade. But I chose to break the cycle. I left my family. I am not the first to do so. This happens among us, from time to time, though few speak of it.</string>
     <string name="7JMaPpkN">We built a great temple in the back country, out in the bush, called it the Kingdom of Truth. We whipped two imperial detachments sent to track us down. But Ladicos died, 'Called up to Heaven' he said on his deathbed, and then we lost our way a bit. We needed food and we needed money, so our chiefs started collecting 'taxes' from the villages below. Some started taking money from lords and merchants for protection of caravans. And those who grumbled - well, they started turning up dead in the dry streambeds.</string>
-    <string name="7KUO2swN">He really did swing at me first - I think. I was drunk. I know you think I'm just saying that to save my neck, but it's true. And if a trial by combat affirms that I'm talking truth, than I can get off with a fine, and not swing for what I did.</string>
     <string name="7QFCINsI">Every time I've fought with a band of my 'countrymen,' I've told them: 'Hold your lines. Stay firm. Fight as the Empires does: as a solid hammer, not a gaggle of goats.' And every time I have seen them disintegrate into a screaming rush as soon as the arrows start flying, to dash themselves on the enemy's shields or be cut down by cavalry coming in on the sides.</string>
     <string name="7RyQGcbI">The trouble with prophecies... People remember the one that came true, never the ten that were false.</string>
     <string name="7TbLW9lr">I could tell you of all my deeds, and you'd never believe me. But you know, if you'd met me a year back, I could have taken you to my hall some time and shown you them. Shown you my deeds! You heard that! </string>
+    <string name="7tCl75xJ">I was part of the old Emperor Arenicos's Vaegir Guard. But the people turned on us after his death, and attacked us. Maybe you've heard the story before. There's a whole lot of us, spat out into the world by the ungrateful Calradians.</string>
+    <string name="7WspnHDJ">I rode with Monchug Khan for years. I should have had a place of honor in his hall. But I killed a man from a richer clan over an insult, and he had too many kinfolk for me to linger anymore.</string>
     <string name="836klxRM">You want to know about me? Well, that's a story, that's a story.</string>
     <string name="84coQmIJ">My family was not one of the greatest clans of the Battanians, but nor are we among the poorest. When I came of age, my family sent me to join the Wolfskins. You may have heard of this tradition - for three years we live in the woods and do not eat cooked meat, wear spun cloth, or sleep under a roof, and according to the law we are beasts, not bound by the laws of men.</string>
     <string name="8aEcRzM7">I will tell you. If you are a partisan of the Khan Urkhun and his brood, however, you may not like it.</string>
@@ -68,23 +71,22 @@
     <string name="8duSHfDa">Ah, yes. Wise words. Do go on.</string>
     <string name="8lGql3mA">I've fought for Ulus Khan, and for Monchug Khan, and even for the old Urkhun. But I fight on foot - my family's from the town, not the steppe. Life's a little different for us.</string>
     <string name="8lQ9IM8N">The women in our family passed down the art of healing from generation to generation, and other... em... services, that can be accomplished with herbs. But for all our skill we remained poor, while richly robed, well-fed men with half our skill walked about the towns tending to the lords and ladies.</string>
+    <string name="8TabS6RW">I was a daughter of a wealthy clan. But our rivals drove us from our grazing grounds. We had to sell our herds. We were mocked in towns when we went to trade in the marketplace. Luckily my father was one of those wise enough to teach his daughters to fight. With the Heavens' help I will become wealthy and famous, and restore our family name.</string>
     <string name="8U01rj5f">When a victim turns thief, that does not right the world.</string>
     <string name="8xrIamsU">My first foray into war, we were pursued by a force of imperial cavalry twice our number. One man was needed to stay behind and hold a ford, so that the rest could escape. The others had families, so I chose to be that one, as I could think of none who would mourn me. </string>
     <string name="8zQ9UPvX">Some boys help their fathers sew crops. Some boys learn to herd sheep. Me, I spent my childhood learning to harvest the back alleys outside winehouses. My father taught me. He was a good teacher, if a cruel man.</string>
     <string name="902xqUja">A cavalier of the empire doing errands for traders! The shame of it!</string>
     <string name="9AIyvTmF">Well... I was soon disabused of this idea. A doctor starting out in the world must either have a great deal of money, or family that ensures him a long list of clients. I had neither. Instead of working in the city, I took service aboard a ship.</string>
     <string name="9bezXRLp">It did not matter much. I always preferred the woods. I made a better living shooting squirrels and rabbits and selling fur. </string>
+    <string name="9cFEa5EB">My father was one of the men that Urkhun Khan had trained by captured imperial engineers. Our people knew little of siegecraft in those days. Well, he was not allowed to work for anyone but the Khan, or he would be killed in a very unpleasant way. But he taught me, his son, what he knew, and in this generation things are a little more lenient. So I can work for whom I please. </string>
     <string name="9EQxlFGK">A wise man, my father. But proud, and that was his undoing. A thief cannot be proud. We do not survive long without protection from the guards, and a new captain wanted to double the 'tax' my father paid. He refused, so they hanged him.</string>
     <string name="9jYj8jGg">Resentment is poison to an army. Men must learn to follow what orders they are given.</string>
     <string name="9KJdwiWV">Aye, well, that shows how far honest work gets you.</string>
     <string name="9vt4wew9">I am a conoisseur of horseflesh, my friend. No one knows horses better than I. But I find, alas, that often the best horses are wasted on unworthy owners, so I try to rectify that.</string>
-    <string name="9xJrtdOG">Truth or not, a bit more penitence would be reassuring.</string>
     <string name="9YDjFZIU">Mmm... I do appreciate virtue, but villainy makes for a much spicier tale.</string>
     <string name="a1FYCbdy">Soon after I came of age, we got wind that our neighbors would raid us for cattle. We did not know by which road they would come. I was sent with a few of our tenants to hold a ford that was far out of the way.</string>
     <string name="A6WrXPQ6">So like I said: I can ride, swing a sword, manage a caravan, and I have good idea how to turn a profit. You know anyone looking to hire someone like that?</string>
     <string name="A9r6SnWx">Yes, it must be trying.</string>
-    <string name="aBqj9o7e">I suppose that's an inspiring tale, in its way.</string>
-    <string name="acRHDzXI">Oh of course. Every thief is falsely accused. It's a wonder things still get stolen.</string>
     <string name="aFs4JtDV">Eventually they demanded my father drive me out of the village. Because I was the fourth of four girls, it was no great loss for him to comply. Probably saved him worry over where he was going to find the money to marry me off. My mother screamed and wept, but her opinions were of no consequence.</string>
     <string name="Agbh1AmR">I have a gift... From the Heavens, perhaps, or perhaps from somewhere else. I have never met anyone I could not kill in a fair fight. But I do not like wars. Armies are full of crude men, boasters, drunks, rapists. I have another speciality.</string>
     <string name="agmuAXJc">How would I put it? I guess I'd say I'm a lady who's gotten a reputation for doing a man's work better then the men. I guess I'm a bit of a rarity. Although that's a bit of a surprise to me.</string>
@@ -92,10 +94,11 @@
     <string name="aIPLCDp7">Heavens protect us from evil! Away! Away!</string>
     <string name="Aj9ulUly">You're a cheerful one. Good day to you.</string>
     <string name="AlZlPv4b">Councils these days. Always making changes...</string>
+    <string name="ammEPFoq">I'm a former imperial cataphract. Our skills, and our honor, needs no further introduction. But I was unable to afford my horse and armor, so I took work with merchants, as a hired sword.</string>
     <string name="AMMXrcC9">Indeed. Glory is as much a spoil of war as any, and should be shared.</string>
     <string name="aNSIajhR">I found a guardsman, alone and drunk. I have no idea whether he was one of the ones that set fire to our neighborhood. Maybe I should not have done to him what I did to him. But now I have his sword. It's been very useful.</string>
     <string name="aOSiXn2O">Well, I'm not averse to less dangerous work, if it pays well. No sense going to my grave too quickly, now that I've discovered the finer things in life. I do like the wine you get in the city, especially with a bit of bread and anchovy sauce.</string>
-    <string name="APcr8rgq">I'll tell you. It's a bit of a long story - you may wish to get yourself a drink.</string>
+    <string name="APcr8rgq">I'll tell you. You may wish to get yourself a drink.</string>
     <string name="Aqbu1o9v">Far back as I remember, I was living on the streets of {IMPERIALCAPITAL} with a bunch of other dirty, barefoot scrogs. A group of men in our alley, they called themselves the Centaurs, I guess they took a liking to me. Gave me special errands to run from them - started with picking pockets, ended with sticking knives into their enemies. Back then I'd do anything for a handful of figs and cheese and a pat on the head.</string>
     <string name="astXdbzl">The monastic calling is supposed to inspire us to live pure lives. It doesn't look good when people abandon it.</string>
     <string name="AT7pJ6Rm">It is not without some reluctance that I tell this story, for it hardly does honor to my name.</string>
@@ -110,6 +113,7 @@
     <string name="aZOuFJ6H">Well, he did not believe in such things, so he laughed, tossed her a few coins, and sent her on her way. I grew up. When my first suitor was skewered by a spear in battle, I grieved, but thought little of it.</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="b1Ucozvw">I was a farmer once. I killed a man in a fight and could not pay the blood money, so I had to flee. It's a common enough tale in the northlands. I accept that my destiny will be blood and hardship, rather than the simple life on the land I once craved.</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">Refill my glass and I'll tell you.</string>
@@ -118,19 +122,24 @@
     <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">Yeah... I can tell you all that.</string>
+    <string name="BFVlgN2S">I was a monk. But I, like many others, wasn't especially suited to monastery life, and was expelled. No complaints there. The one good thing about monasteries, though - you learn a fair deal about herbs and medicine. So that's how I intend to make my income.</string>
     <string name="bhvZuX1m">A rather sad tale of deceit and disgrace.</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">I'm sure he'll be happy if you're happy.</string>
     <string name="bMHFQgVE">Aye, real honor is as scarce as hen's teeth these days.</string>
+    <string name="bNUxoLhP">I don't know where I came from. First thing I remember is wandering the roads with a bunch of other orphans, going from village to village begging and stealing. But now, you see, I've stolen a sword from a group of bandits we found sleeping off a drunken night, and I figure maybe I can be something different.</string>
+    <string name="bRE8iZqE">I had no father, see. None that I knew. There are scores of us in every town, begging and stealing and working for the gangs. But I was always the type of girl who wanted something more, and I got ahold of this sword, you see, and now I intend to turn other people's blood into silver.</string>
     <string name="BuamWVTp">Yes.. My story... Jealousy, envy of my talents. That's always been my undoing.</string>
     <string name="BVQ075W6">A sad tale. Please continue.</string>
     <string name="bwthhDSN">Right or wrong, I cannot blame you for your anger.</string>
+    <string name="BxJA6fS5">Urkhun Khan decreed a generation ago that all the Khuzaits must settle, to be conscripted and taxed. We refused. His men took our flocks, and we have since lived like beggars on the edge of the towns. I have resolved to go out and earn the money we need to buy new flocks, and then we shall go again into the great grass, beyond the reach of any tyrant or khan.</string>
+    <string name="bxKXHPp1">I served in the free companies. When I was young and foolish I loved it - the danger, the comraderie. But sometimes something you see turns your stomach. Something you saw a friend of yours do in a looted city. I will not speak of it. I need a new road to follow.</string>
     <string name="bYrgTQ3s">It sounds as though you had no choice.</string>
+    <string name="bZ1qYeIa">I'm a former Wolfskin. No doubt you have heard of us. I am not proud of what I did as a Wolfskin. But I am proud of the woodcraft I learned.</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="CA6Ew4EL">I wandered from village to village, begging and stealing. You may imagine how I fared at the 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">The starving do what they must.</string>
@@ -145,11 +154,13 @@
     <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="dCHCb1hb">The horse lords, the men of the great tribes - well they gallop 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 galloping 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="DFaMQXWH">We foot-sloggers, we're the ones who go up the ladder and into the meat grinder. Did that for 15 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="DFW5i63X">I'll tell you - what most people believe is a pack of lies. I was in the Vaegir guard in the time of Arenicos. We took our discipline seriously; we were proud of it. Then the riots happened. What I saw in {IMPERIALCAPITAL}.. Even now it makes me feel ashamed.</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="DIaT6pXi">Aye, well, once I was a rebel up in the back country, but rebels never last too long. Now I just want to serve and get paid. You've been around. You've met men like me before, I'm sure.</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>
@@ -165,8 +176,7 @@
     <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="ErBHSq7A">I am from one of the highland clans, in the far east. I do not know if you are familiar with their ways. I will try to explain.</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>
@@ -177,7 +187,6 @@
     <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>
@@ -193,11 +202,15 @@
     <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="GLXrkZbW">I'm a soldier of the imperial legions. How we came to this sorry state is a sad tale that you've no doubt heard already from my comrades. But I'm sure you're familiar with our mettle in battle, and our skill at turning youths into soldiers.</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="gnLnZuAH">Let me tell you friend, I'm hard. I've fought with the Skolderbrotva, the Vaegirs, any mercenaries worth their salt, I've been with them. Others may tell you've they've done what I've done, but I'm the real thing.</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="GT1ubyEr">I was the child of a caravan guard. I spent my babyhood swinging from a sling on the side of a camel, and my childhood chasing strays. But caravans are preyed upon by bandits and others, and I decided I don't like being prey. I reckon I have the skills to be a predator.</string>
+    <string name="gysOh3M5">Aye - you've heard about the death of the last Emperor?</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>
@@ -210,16 +223,15 @@
     <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">I am {CHARACTER_NAME_STRING}, prince of the wastelands, lord of solitude, master of emptiness. If you wish to know my other names, you may ask my kinsmen, the leopard, the hyena and the gazelle..</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="ifkJcbZu">I was enslaved by imperial raiders and taken to the city. I was bought by a nobleman, who had me fight other slaves for his personal amusement. But I purchased my freedom, eventually, and now intend to enjoy it.</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>
@@ -228,6 +240,7 @@
     <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="IVIIkCaY">I was a sword for hire. Specialized in duels - you know, when there's a trial, and you can't work it out any other way. But you can run that racket too long - eventually the councils start banning you from fighting - so now here I am.</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>
@@ -254,18 +267,21 @@
     <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">I am sorry for your loss.</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="Jv85koU3">I dressed as a man to serve in the legions. There are many of us who've done that, believe it or not. You've probably met one of us before, even if you didn't know it.</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="KAK7DLTq">My family were farmers, but we were driven off of our land. We tried to make a new home in Charas, but the people weren't too keen on newcomers, and one of the gangs ran us out. Now I don't know what to do to myself, but whatever it is, I reckon I'll have to learn how to fight.</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="KNQCoxIJ">I am a sword for hire. Some think us scum but I have my own code of honor. If I kill a man, it must be in a fair fight. My last employer asked me to do something dishonorable, so now I am looking for a new employer.</string>
+    <string name="kQO0wZLj">I guess I'd say that I'm just a lady who didn't care for her distaff, and took up a spear instead. If you want to know more, hire me, point me at your enemies, and I'll show you rather than tell you.</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="kSJEjvHm">I am a knight of the Vlandians. I am a man of honor. Honor, of course, dictates that one avenges all insults, regardless of the consequences. I shall say no more, only that I am in need of a new captain to follow due to complications in my previous circumstances.</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">That's a rather unique theology.</string>
@@ -273,12 +289,12 @@
     <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="L7tJUtlN">I was an orphan, you see. Worked for a gang, as our kind must so often do. Did their foul work for them. But they perished in a siege, and I decided to strike out on my own, see what this fine land of Calradia could offer me.</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="LDlFgmIs">Well now, I am a warrior of the Battanians. There is no greater boast than that, I will tell you! But perhaps if you hire me, I can tell you more later about the great names I have slain and the heads I have taken.</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="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 alley's protector, and so it fell on me to take his job after he grew too old to do it himself.</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>
@@ -291,6 +307,7 @@
     <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="N0yE1Ptz">I was an herbalist in a village in the north. But our home was raided, and I've been forced to wander in search of work. There are many like me on the roads of Calradia.</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>
@@ -301,15 +318,16 @@
     <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="ohA8pdlS">I kill for a living. I've killed a lot, and if you want me to kill for you, you'll hire me. You seem to have been around a bit. I don't think I need to tell you any more. I'm sure you can reckon if I'm worth my price.</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="OohIyeJo">My parents had no sons, only daughters, and I as the eldest inherited our warehouse and camels. It is common enough here for women to do that. But banditry and the fortunes of trade ruined me, which is also common, and now I must make my money some other way.</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>
@@ -322,6 +340,7 @@
     <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="pabl5PiA">I was a shepherd. Normally the job is given to boys, but I always had a knack for bows and slings, which we use to keep the wolves away. The trouble with being a shepherd, though, is that there's always the chance of quarrels with the herders of the neighboring village over disputed pastures or missing sheep. Perhaps I was too good with a bow - I killed a neighbor. My parents were poor and could not afford the blood money, so I fled.</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>
@@ -330,25 +349,28 @@
     <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 not 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="pya1JSNe">I was a surgeon, trained at the imperial academy. But my home and infirmary were burned in a bout of unrest, and now I must wander the world a bit. There are many of us out there, you know, forced to make what living we can.</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="q71Cbib7">I am a warrior, but I am not from one of the greater clans. After a battle, I may get a bloodstained weapon pried from the enemy's hand or a pat on the head from my emir, but no song of my deeds. No robe of honor. I intend to fight for someone who see in people more than their name.</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="qE4rBOI7">I am the son of a knight, but not a son born in wedlock. I was raised in my father's house, but when he was taken prisoner and ransomed, he had to sell much of what he owned, and therefore could no longer support me. I decided to set out to make my own name, if my family could not give me one. It is a common tale.</string>
+    <string name="qFLZGWHj">My father was a wheelwright but there's more money in catapults than in carts these days. I did a bit of work repairing the mangonels round the walls of my hometown, and I reckon I can build some as well.</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">A wise decision.</string>
+    <string name="QJCieDQ9">My father sent me off into the world, to build our fortune with my sword. This is a common story among the sons of our people.</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="QUamabEa">I was a merchant's daughter. There was a bout of unrest in our home city, and our home and warehouses were burned and our family made penniless. I shall spare you the details. I am sure you've heard plenty of similar tales in these times.</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="qyvj53mi">Once I was just another back-country healer, attending to squalling babies and superstitious villagers. But now I'm trying to make the money that my skill with medicine deserves.</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">Most noble of you, sir.</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>
@@ -359,6 +381,7 @@
     <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="RewhujIa">My family lost their herds and land in a dispute, and so we pledged ourself to another clan as our protectors. They treated us like servants. Once I stood up for myself, and ended up killing one of our 'protectors' in a fight. They say that is a great shame to do, but it seems that whatever happens to you, once you've tasted defeat, you encounter shame.</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">Certainly - I make no secret of my ambitions.</string>
@@ -369,21 +392,26 @@
     <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="RZizPvaI">I'm an engineer, with imperial army training. I'm sure by now you've met a few of us around, and know a bit about what we can do.</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="sfgZhUgT">I grew up in the north of the Vlandian lands. Sometimes men up there take their families far up in the hills, to live without any master or lord. But it's a hard life, cold and lonely. I want something better. I know the wilds well. I figure I can be of good use to a lord or lady, as a scout, and can at least choose my master.</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="SmWz2t65">I'm a bandit, love. I like bad men and dangerous deeds. Got it from my mother, I suppose. But banditry - you earn your silver, you spend it, you never spend long in the same place. There have to be more stable ways to kill, loot and roam.</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="suf4hUxN">When I was a lad, I dabbled in crime and banditry a bit, but am now seeking more honest work. I still like the fighting and killing part, though. Anyway, I'm sure you've met a fair amount of men like me on your journeys.</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">A noble decision!</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">You slew your husband in a duel? Get away!</string>
+    <string name="TD3babBS">I was a robber on the highways, in the Empire, making a fine living from the merchants on the roads. But I loved a girl in town, and snuck in to visit her from time to time. Then I got caught, and had to reveal the hiding place all my hard-earned loot to the guards to escape the noose. So here I am now.</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="TIYbctCQ">My father died shortly after my birth. I was my mother's only child. Our clan was poor, and a woman with a baby - especially a girl-baby - was only a drain on what little they had. So we were sold to another clan, as servants. Some years later, when my mother died, I stole one of their swords and one of their horses and rode off into the grass.</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">Such a cruel decree...</string>
@@ -392,22 +420,25 @@
     <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">Of course - and I'm sure you'll agree it's a tale worth of the telling!</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="UCpJEIE3">I am a warrior. A shield-maiden, as the Nords say. It is not uncommon in the northern lands. Perhaps you have met some of us before.</string>
+    <string name="uHbzVsYk">I come from the highlands. My people were suspicious folk. It is easy to them to get into their heads that a child, especially a girl, practices witchcraft. I had two neighbors die of fevers within the same season, and so I was chased from my home and driven to fend for myself. Which I can, and did, but now I'm looking for steady work.</string>
     <string name="UnNwWJT2">I don't mind telling.</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="UydGgLl9">I'm a trapper, a hunter. Used to be I could make a good living through furs... But with all these bandits about.... I'd rather be part of an army, I think. Spent my whole life in the woods and I reckon I could do well as a scout.</string>
+    <string name="V6boHnpo">I am of the desert. I know its ways. The wind guides me. The scorpion comes into my camp at night and tells me its secrets. The howls of the jackal bring me news of the hunt.</string>
+    <string name="vgcTdEvc">I was the son of a slave, but my bought me my freedom and an apprenticeship with a healer. I could make a lot of money as a doctor if I came from a well-known family that would attract patients. But I don't, so I offer my skills to war-leaders, who cannot afford to be so picky.</string>
     <string name="VgyWyNvL">Yeah... I'll tell you a tale of life in the great Khuzait hordes, terror of the world.</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">I'll tell you my story.</string>
     <string name="VJDZp4rM">An impossible situation...</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="vKSGJNxT">I am a warrior. I would recite to you my lineage, but that would take an hour. I would tell you my deeds, but that would take two. So, instead - if you pay me - I shall come with you and fight your enemies, and that will be the best demonstration of my mettle.</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">Indeed. There's much to be learned from the foreigner, whoever the foreigner is to you.</string>
-    <string name="VoubR8y2">Yes, I know such injustices are common.</string>
     <string name="Vs428XEb">That seems a reasonable ambition. A good scout can command a high price.</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">So here I am. I have mouths to feed, and the thing I know best is to fight.</string>
@@ -418,17 +449,20 @@
     <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="wGyCPQwG">I kill for a living. If you want me to kill for you, pay me what I'm worth. If you don't, then don't waste my time.</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">A sad tale.</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="wQRSM1lz">My father was a judge, and as such, I was educated to be a judge. That is usually the case with us. But I was always better at mathematics than letters. So I took mercenary work, making catapults. My father cast me out of his home in disgust. He once told me that the greatest privilege on earth is to dispense justice, but he will never know the joy of firing a mine and seeing the walls of a tyrannical baron or cruel archon crumble, so what does he know?</string>
+    <string name="wRS9yqyx">I fled a bad marriage. There are many like me; I meet them in every tavern in Calradia. I am lucky in that my father was a cataphract, and taught me to ride and fight before he died, and I suppose that's how I must make a living.</string>
+    <string name="WtNQGw3o">My family were tenant farmers. But that life was rubbish, and our lord was rubbish too. So I fled to the woods, where there were rebels, called themselves the 'Brotherhood of the Woods.' Rubbish of the woods, more like it. Puffed-up bandits. So now I'm looking for a boss who's not rubbish. Does such a thing exist? I guess I'll find out.</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">I'm sorry. Are you not paying attention?</string>
     <string name="Wzl0V95v">Pour yourself a drink stranger. I'll tell you all you need to know.</string>
     <string name="WZyybR2g">A tragic tale. My condolences.</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>
@@ -436,8 +470,8 @@
     <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="XEsq2Gd6">I was a smith, but I had a problem with gambling. I borrowed from an alley gang, I couldn't pay back, and, well, you probably know what comes next. A smith just can't pack up and go to another place. There's guilds that make that difficult. But I'm a big fellow, I figure I can swing a weapon as well as my tools, and there might be work for me in the wars.</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>
@@ -448,6 +482,7 @@
     <string name="XVZGCB0a">Yeah, sure.</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="Ycc0gsX9">I kill for a living. You don't look too wet behind the ears, so I'm sure I don't need to tell you any more about myself than that.</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 reclaim my birthright!</string>
     <string name="YgZJYYds">Few war leaders have the patience for followers with private vendettas.</string>
@@ -461,18 +496,19 @@
     <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">Sounds like you have a good head for business.</string>
     <string name="zb6VN6rr">Started in the Vaegir guard. I found that I was the only real warrior among them. They were all about marching here and there in their pretty uniforms, not pulling sword from scabbard for months on end. I told them what I thought, and my captain told me to keep my mouth shut or leave. So I left.</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">I'll tell you my story. But if you would judge me for what I do, you're welcome to do so, but I do not care to hear it.</string>
     <string name="ZhZlhNfn">Aye, so you want my story then?</string>
-    <string name="ZKJ2pEoL">A knife in the dark is a bandit's version of nobility, it seems.</string>
     <string name="ZN3QD4Ks">I'll tell you. I'll tell anyone who listens.</string>
     <string name="ZOVdtwbw">So, you want to know about the games that Fate has played with me?</string>
     <string name="ZoxPPYLX">I thought of going home. But I lost what denars I had saved during the riots. If there is a warband looking for good men, I would like to earn it back.</string>
     <string name="ZqWHeJ9B">Envy, yes, the only possible explanation for why your clan drove you out. Such a terrible sin!</string>
+    <string name="ZRQIdapZ">I am a horsethief. I come from a region where to be a horsethief is an honorable profession, and I am very good at it. But it is dangerous work, as owners can be vindictive people, and I am seeking safer work - as a mercenary, perhaps.</string>
     <string name="ZSaGzgmN">My father was a judge, and I had intended to study the legal rulings of the past, so I could follow in his footsteps. But when I went to study, my master told me that only two kinds of scholars were needed these days: those who knew how to build and knock down walls, and those who knew how to stem the epidemics that spread from unburied bodies.</string>
+    <string name="zTNhw5T6">I'm from a town near here. I won't say which one... Our family were protectors of our alley, and by that I mean that I thumped the head of anyone who tried to take away our rights. But the guard captain, he kept coming around demanding money and favors, and I couldn't thump his head. So now I'm looking for new work.</string>
     <string name="Zu4uBSxk">We Sturgians have a tradition. If two people have a dispute, and there's no witnesses, so it all comes down to one man's word against another's, then we let them settle it with swords. If one man doesn't like to fight, he can hire someone else to do the fighting. That's how it works with us. Probably other people do the same, because it's a good tradition.</string>
     <string name="ZuHolx2r">Professionally, it was perhaps the best thing I could have done. Fevers, injuries, festering sores - the seaman has in greater number and variety than any manner of land-dweller, I imagine. But I have little patience for life aboard, the monotony, the tyranny of captains, the lack of any space to oneself, the groaning of timbers, the constant smell of rotting bilge...</string>
     <string name="zwKDTWd5">But the old lord died, alas, and when my birthday came, his heir laughed at me. He told me that a fine horse would be wasted on me; perhaps I would like a goat. So that night I took the best animal in the stable, and rode off.</string>
     <string name="zX3hVUKI">It sounds like you had no choice.</string>
+    <string name="zXJvWvD5">I'm a warrior. A soldier of fortune, you might say. A damn good one, too, as my enemies would tell you if they could speak from the other world.</string>
     <string name="zZfHxtS5">Honor must come first!</string>
   </resources>

SandBox/std_world_lore_strings_xml.xml

@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@
     <string name="7poObaCF">Yes, they needed a strong king, like a herd of cattle on a mountain trail needs a herdsman who knows the trail. Herds in the mountains, you see... Sometimes the stubborn old bulls, set in their ways, wander off the trail and lead the others toward a precipice.</string>
     <string name="8faAcjLz">Echerion the Tyrant-Slayer was my ancestor. Wouldn't be right if I fought for an upstart demagogue like Garios or a half-foreign adventuress like Rhagaea, now would it?</string>
     <string name="91wurGIB">My family? I was adopted by the fen Gruffendoc but really, I have no family. I was sent directly by the Heavens as a gift to the Battanians. They didn't know it, but they needed a strong king.</string>
-    <string name="9f11AsTw">My people are the people of the hills. Up here, we watch out for each other. Your life and wealth depend on your neighbors spottmming a Battanian raiding party coming your way. My people like Garios. They trust him. I'm not going to spill their blood fighting for anyone else.</string>
+    <string name="9f11AsTw">My people are the people of the hills. Up here, we watch out for each other. Your life and wealth depend on your neighbors spotting a Battanian raiding party coming your way. My people like Garios. They trust him. I'm not going to spill their blood fighting for anyone else.</string>
     <string name="aifXT4E1">My grandfather did save the boyars, and ever since, their thankless heirs have tried to weasel out of that oath. They like to quarrel, and take what they want, and care nothing for the realm.</string>
     <string name="aRlW5rks">The Heavens know I loved Arenicos. I shed my blood for him. But his dream of peace with our neighbors was moonshine. You can have war on the frontiers or war at home. I prefer war on the frontiers. Let the men earn glory, gold, and tales to tell their grandchildren.</string>
     <string name="bFZrLY8W">My class was taught how to rule, and rule we should. But one of our number should always be above the others. Put us together in a Senate, as Lucon wants, and we will always quarrel and fight. Let an emperor or empress rule in the capital, and let their children succeed them, without any fuss. We shall give them a peaceful and prosperous countryside.</string>

SandBox/tr/std_SandBox.xml

@@ -1261,4 +1261,5 @@
     <string name="zyYfvsqF">{RULING_PHILOSOPHY_3}</string>
 	<string name="Yx9epCeA">Bildiğim kadarıyla sizinle savaşmak için bir anlaşmamız bulunmuyor.</string>
 	<string name="PNxKX3a5">Üzgünüm, sizi düşmanım olarak değerlendirmeliyim.</string>
+	<string name="6eHl9Tz4">{FACTION_NAME}'{.e} bir paralı asker olarak hizmet etmek istiyorum.</string>
   </resources>

SandBox/tr/std_StoryMode.xml

@@ -319,7 +319,7 @@
     <string name="JJo0i8an">Köy büyüğünün sana bahsettiği yolcuyu kaçıran ekibi bulmak için köyü araştır.</string>
     <string name="jmPeb7kD">Komployu durdurmaya çalış.</string>
     <string name="Jn4r0GjD">Bir alıcı bulmama yardım edebilir misin?</string>
-    <string name="jnOa3cbK">Bu bilgiyi sana vermeden önce. Niyetini bilmem gerekiyor. Sancak imparatorluğu eski konumuna getirmek için kullanılabileceği gibi, yok etmek için de kullanılabilir.[sp:/Sounds/VO/mainquest/mntemp_q01_06.ogg]</string>
+	<string name="jnOa3cbK">Bu bilgiyi sana vermeden önce, niyetini bilmem gerekiyor. Sancak, imparatorluğu eski konumuna getirmek için kullanılabileceği gibi, yok etmek için de kullanılabilir.[sp:/Sounds/VO/mainquest/mntemp_q01_06.ogg]</string>
     <string name="JOJ09cLW">Gidelim.</string>
     <string name="joRHKCkm">Ailenin, bir kervanı yakınlardaki şehirlerden birine götürecek güvenilir birine ihtiyacı vardı. Erzakları hazırladın, haydutları uzak tutmak için devamlı nöbet tuttun ve kervanı sağ salim varış noktasına ulaştırdın.</string>
     <string name="jPKIN2r4">Bir şey daha var. Soylularla ve diğer önemli insanlarla konuşurken, kendini uzak ama seçkin bir aileden gelen biri olarak takdim ettiğinden emin ol.</string>

SandBox/tr/std_TaleWorlds_CampaignSystem.xml

@@ -2859,7 +2859,7 @@
     <string name="xFmYRCHs">Eline neler var bir görelim...</string>
     <string name="XFr4IfXf"> {SETTLEMENT}{.nin}. sahibini değiştirin</string>
     <string name="XFzbzt3W">Cesaretinle tanınıyorsun. Talih cesurları sever. Birlikte, bu savaşı çabucak kazanacağız.</string>
-    <string name="XgA2JgVR">Yarglıanmak için kasaba meydanına getirildin.</string>
+    <string name="XgA2JgVR">Yargılanmak için kasaba meydanına getirildin.</string>
     <string name="XGa8MkbJ">{QUEST_GIVER.NAME} haritanızdaki gizlenme yeri işaretledi</string>
     <string name="XGcST2dB">{POLICY_NAME}{.i} reddetmek için oy verin</string>
     <string name="xgO3cCgR">Aşırı yüklenmiş</string>
@@ -3119,4 +3119,5 @@
     <string name="zZ3GqbzC">Şehri yönet (Hile)</string>
     <string name="ZzR9VTU0">{CURRENT_LIEGE.NAME} sadakatiyle ünlü birisi değil. Neden ona bu kadar bağlısın?</string>
 	<string name="VXHePMnL">Çok güzel, hemen çobanlara sizin birliğinize eşlik etmeleri için hazır olmalarını söyleyeceğim. Lütfen sürüyü götürürken dikkatli olun. Birkaçının kaybına dayanabiliriz ancak sürünün en az yarısının sağ salim gitmiş olmasını bekliyorum.</string>
+	<string name="GCH6RgIQ">Ne kadar güçlüler?</string>
   </resources>

SandBox/tr/std_TaleWorlds_CampaignSystem_ViewModelCollection.xml

@@ -191,7 +191,7 @@
     <string name="OIeXNTEn">Atölye yükseltilemez.</string>
     <string name="OkWLI5C8">Boyut:</string>
     <string name="Oo3fkeab">Zorluk: </string>
-    <string name="OpzzCPiP">{TARGET_PARTY}%apos;{.i} Takip Ediyor</string>
+    <string name="OpzzCPiP">{TARGET_PARTY}'{.i} Takip Ediyor</string>
     <string name="OTaPfaJl">{PARTY_2S_MEMBERS}   </string>
     <string name="oUhd9YhP">{PARTY_LEADERS_FACTION}</string>
     <string name="p0nIO9c2">Atölye küçültülemez.</string>
@@ -272,7 +272,7 @@
     <string name="Voa0sinH">Gerekli: {NEEDED_EXP_AMOUNT}xp (Senin xp'in {CURRENT_EXP_AMOUNT})</string>
     <string name="vOojEcIf">Bir tutsağı yeni birlik lideri olarak atayamazsın</string>
     <string name="Vq8yavES">Zaten orduda.</string>
-    <string name="VtWa9Pmh">{TARGET_SETTLEMENT}%apos;{.i} Yağmalıyor.</string>
+    <string name="VtWa9Pmh">{TARGET_SETTLEMENT}'{.i} Yağmalıyor.</string>
     <string name="VZjxs5Dt">Sahibi </string>
     <string name="W1tsTWZv"> {PARTY_MEMBER.LINK} ({MEMBER_HEALTH}%)</string>
     <string name="w8Yzf0F0">Yerle bir edilmiş</string>

SandBox/tr/std_concept_strings_xml.xml

@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@
     <string name="Avy8Gua1">Nitelikler</string>
     <string name="aZxHIra4">Ün</string>
     <string name="Bki1eWt4">Karakterler ve Birlikler, çeşitli avantajlar ve bonuslar veren bir takım becerilere sahiptir. Uygulama ile beceriler artar. Artış oranı, beceriye yatırılan odak noktalarının sayısına bağlıdır. Beceri belirli bir eşiğe ulaştığında, ilave özel avantajlar sağlayan çeşitli {PERKS_LINK} sunulacaktır.</string>
-    <string name="bz7Glmsm">Yetenekler</string>
+    <string name="bz7Glmsm">Beceriler</string>
     <string name="CZDS1Cui">Bir yeteneğe yatırılan odak puanı sayısı, yeteneğin uygulama ile ne kadar hızlı gelişeceğini belirler. Odak puanı 0 ise ekstra odak puanı harcanması gerekir.</string>
     <string name="CzhaQCK0">Para</string>
     <string name="D2O141bZ">Her yetenek, ek avantajlar ve bonuslar veren bir takım niteliklere sahiptir. Yetenek puanları belirli eşiklere ulaştığında nitelikler kullanılabilir hale gelir. Çoğu nitelik, oyuncunun içlerinden bir tane seçmesi gereken alternatiflerle gelir.</string>

SandBoxCore/en/std_spitems_xml.xml

@@ -458,7 +458,7 @@
     <string name="jakLnIQv">Roughscale Helmet</string>
     <string name="JbTCDDb0">Bolt</string>
     <string name="JBVAeXx3">Pitchfork</string>
-    <string name="jbxeZs8K">Commoners Sleeveless Tunic</string>
+    <string name="jbxeZs8K">Commoners Tunic</string>
     <string name="JEaU5XOP">Northern Open Helmet</string>
     <string name="jfWzICId">Fullered Long Warsword</string>
     <string name="JHef9oad">Mule Harness with Bags</string>

SandBoxCore/en/std_spnpccharacters_xml.xml

@@ -62,6 +62,7 @@
     <string name="bLq2HXMo">Imperial Veteran Caravan Guard</string>
     <string name="BmYpwIYi">Battania Peasant</string>
     <string name="bNnQt4jN">Blacksmith</string>
+    <string name="bNZXcw3q">Battanian Oathsworn</string>
     <string name="brlJJW5I">Sturgian Soldier</string>
     <string name="bTApMxWr">Vlandian Banner Knight</string>
     <string name="Btb7p3mD">Battanian Fian</string>
@@ -297,7 +298,6 @@
     <string name="ZhKoCVby">Imperial Militia Spearman</string>
     <string name="ZK0GXYCx">Sword Sister</string>
     <string name="ZKuabzhK">Khuzait Noble's Son</string>
-    <string name="zkVWALaF">Battanian Trained Spearman</string>
     <string name="Zmajp2o1">Sturgian Militia Spearman</string>
     <string name="ZRkceJx3">Judge</string>
     <string name="ZSU7sMYX">Khuzait Darkhan</string>

SandBoxCore/std_spitems_xml.xml

@@ -458,7 +458,7 @@
     <string name="jakLnIQv">Roughscale Helmet</string>
     <string name="JbTCDDb0">Bolt</string>
     <string name="JBVAeXx3">Pitchfork</string>
-    <string name="jbxeZs8K">Commoners Sleeveless Tunic</string>
+    <string name="jbxeZs8K">Commoners Tunic</string>
     <string name="JEaU5XOP">Northern Open Helmet</string>
     <string name="jfWzICId">Fullered Long Warsword</string>
     <string name="JHef9oad">Mule Harness with Bags</string>

SandBoxCore/std_spnpccharacters_xml.xml

@@ -62,6 +62,7 @@
     <string name="bLq2HXMo">Imperial Veteran Caravan Guard</string>
     <string name="BmYpwIYi">Battania Peasant</string>
     <string name="bNnQt4jN">Blacksmith</string>
+    <string name="bNZXcw3q">Battanian Oathsworn</string>
     <string name="brlJJW5I">Sturgian Soldier</string>
     <string name="bTApMxWr">Vlandian Banner Knight</string>
     <string name="Btb7p3mD">Battanian Fian</string>
@@ -297,7 +298,6 @@
     <string name="ZhKoCVby">Imperial Militia Spearman</string>
     <string name="ZK0GXYCx">Sword Sister</string>
     <string name="ZKuabzhK">Khuzait Noble's Son</string>
-    <string name="zkVWALaF">Battanian Trained Spearman</string>
     <string name="Zmajp2o1">Sturgian Militia Spearman</string>
     <string name="ZRkceJx3">Judge</string>
     <string name="ZSU7sMYX">Khuzait Darkhan</string>

SandBoxCore/tr/std_spitems_xml.xml

@@ -677,7 +677,7 @@
     <string name="J9Bp7BlY">Düz Doğulu Kılıcı</string>
     <string name="j9osM6OJ">Deri Saplı İki Elli Balta</string>
     <string name="jakLnIQv">Sert Pullu Kask</string>
-    <string name="JbTCDDb0">Kısa Ok</string>
+    <string name="JbTCDDb0">Kundaklı Yay Oku</string>
     <string name="JBVAeXx3">Tırmık</string>
     <string name="jbxeZs8K">İçlik Tunik</string>
     <string name="JdTneMfR">Ağır Bıçaklı Bozkır Baltalı Mızrağı</string>

SandBoxCore/tr/std_spnpccharacters_xml.xml

@@ -125,7 +125,7 @@
     <string name="f2a1fPca">Kuzait Kıdemli Milis mızraklı</string>
     <string name="F54qLieU">Aseray Memlük Muhafızı</string>
     <string name="fdaZ3tri">Sturgiya Oduncusu</string>
-    <string name="fHQ8ifKM">İmparatorluk Kıdemli Okçusu</string>
+    <string name="fHQ8ifKM">Eğitimli İmparatorluk Okçusu</string>
     <string name="FpdoaZST">Vlandiya Silahlı Kukla</string>
     <string name="FrTTT0G1">Sturgiya Druznik Şampiyonu</string>
     <string name="fxGlBFPk">Haydut</string>