HCHENCH.MSG

{{dialoguefile Dialogue for henchman, mercenaries in Broken Hills. {100}{}{You see a person carrying a powerful weapon.} {101}{}{You see a member of Broken Hills' trading and protection corps.} {102}{}{You see a person carrying a powerful weapon and covered in the dust of the trail.} {103}{}{I tell ya, one more group of highwaymen and I'm wearing dynamite on the next trip.} {104}{}{Sure could use some more help on the caravans.} {105}{}{Man...Unity Patrol work gets really, really old.} {106}{}{So then I saw this tribal comin' and... never mind.} {107}{}{One more "Rainbow Patrol" crack and I'm gonna kill someone.} {108}{}{I swear, if the bandits get any worse, we'll all die in the next year.} {109}{}{What podunk village are you from?} {110}{}{Buy a working person a drink?} {111}{}{I'm too tired from that caravan work to talk.} {112}{}{You need something, you talk to Bill, the Outfitter.} {113}{}{You'd think after all this time tryin' to civilize the wasteland we'd be a little closer to our goal.} {114}{}{I'm sick of all this human/mutant squabbling. Ain't we supposed to be an example?} {115}{}{Whaddya' want? Can't you see I'm resting?} {116}{}{When's the next caravan leave?} {117}{}{Patrol, patrol, patrol... all I ever do around here.} {118}{}{I think I need a nap.} {119}{}{I deserve a raise. This is hazardous duty.}