| Lv. 70 Whistle While You Shirk |
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You there! New lad! Where are the others?
Don't try to play me for a fool, I know what they're up to. No good, that's what! Expect me to pay them for shirking their duties, do they? Bah!
Go and get them, will you? It's time I gave them a stern talking to!
The youth of today, what a shower of shite! In my day we had it tough. We'd be woken up half a bell before we'd went to bed, eat a handful of hot gravel, and─ What are you still gawping at me for, you bloody fool!?
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Ah gods, my aching head... I feel like death warmed up...
All right, all right! Enough of your posing!
If going back to work's what it takes for you to leave me alone, so be it!
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<sigh> Nothing's going my way... I haven't had a decent haul in ages. I might as well just hang up my pickaxe for good.
I don't know who you are or what you're doing, but your enthusiasm is somehow...infectious!
Yes, I should be thankful for what I have! I've got a steady job, a sort of beautiful home, what more could I ask for? Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's back to work I go!
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Why would she leave me? There's nothing for her in Eulmore! Whatever will I do now?
“There, there?” What does that even mean, anyway? There are people who need me? There is still work to be done?
That's it! I should forget my sorrows by burying myself in my work! Ah, a poor choice of words considering I'm a miner... But enough procrastinating, there's digging to be done!
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Nothing cures a hangover better than spending hours smashing rocks in a dingy mine... Ungh. Kill me now.
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Ha ha, those rocks won't know what hit them!
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Who needs her anyway? I'm married to my job!
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So, the four of you finally decided to show up and do some bloody work, then?
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Four!? But this bloke's not part of our team, is he? As far as I can tell, he's just passing through!
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Eh!? What are you prattling about now?
Ha ha! My mistake! When you get to my age, one person-shaped blur looks much like all the others. Must be these damned eyes of mine.
Still, we could use an extra pair of hands around here. I daresay you're worth more than all of these slack-jawed layabouts put together.
But if you're not here for the mining, you might as well take this as payment for rounding up my workers. Gods help me, they're all I've got.
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