Wicked white, if you start pestering me like those twins to get inside... <sigh> I tell you, what's the point of being a guard if you can't profit off it? Why would anyone ever take this job?
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We've all taken our lesson to heart. No need to worry about us─or to draw your weapon, thank you.
...Also, our convoluted plan turned out to be just as much work as taking the job seriously, in the end, so there's that.
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Could go for the perfect crime, or just do the ol' “seeing triple” act... Choices, choice─ Oh. Didn't see you there.
Just when I'd given up on finding a well-paid job, an opportunity appeared. I'm now helping that dour fellow peddle exotic machine things. I think this might be it─the thing that makes me filthy rich...
I've made up my mind! I'm going to become the best damned merchant dwarvenkind has ever seen! And with all the coin I earn, I'm going to impress the beard off that girl!