Bones | I'm sorry. I've got no time right now. | |
Bones | I've got some training to do. | |
Me | The canyon awaits. | |
Me | How's it going? | |
Bones | I can't complain. It's a bit boring, but at least I don't have to work. | |
Bones | I'm preparing for the next task that Greg has given me. | |
Me | What task? | |
Bones | I mustn't say. | |
Bones | No offense, kid. But I've worked hard for the privilege and I don't want to lose it again. | |
Me | Can you teach me something? | |
Me | Who around here can teach me something? | |
Bones | Henry and Morgan are leading our raiding troops. | |
Bones | They can teach you how to be a better fighter. | |
Bones | Henry's people all use two-handed weapons. | |
Bones | Morgan prefers the faster one-handed weapons. | |
Me | Who else? | |
Bones | Beats me, I've never been interested in anything else. | |
Bones | But I'm sure that Alligator Jack or Samuel could still show you a trick or two. | |
Me | Can you tell me something about Francis? | |
Bones | Look around you. The only ones working are Henry and his boys. | |
Bones | Morgan spends all day in bed, or guzzling booze. | |
Bones | No such nonsense with Greg. If you don't toe the line, he'll kick you in the butt, and that's that. | |
Me | Give me that bandit's armor. | |
Bones | I'm not that crazy. Greg will have my head. | |
Bones | He explicitly stated that no-one will get that armor unless he orders it. | |
Bones | I can't give it to you. Especially not now that he's come back. | |
Me | You're supposed to give me the bandit's armor. Orders from Greg. | |
Bones | From Greg? Whew, I already thought I'd have to go after all. | |
Bones | This spy job in the bandits' camp is nothing short of a suicide mission. | |
Bones | I'd rather have Greg heap his chores on me than get myself killed by those bandits. | |
Me | (irritated) The armor. | |
Bones | Oh yeah, right, here it is. | |
Bones | Just be careful. Those bandits are a bad lot. | |