Do you know what the first shattered thing refugees say when they get here?

"I'm lucky"? "I'm saved"? "Kahrun's eye be praised"?

No! They curse the Highstrike Spiners. Have some pity I don't and kill some for their sake?

Player: Accept.

By Siel's Spear, I'd wager that last refugee faked his injury so we'd let him ride in the medical wagon to Kamar.

Quarantine, shatter it! Quarantine! Don't any of these people know the meaning of the word?

Player: "At least they won't be hassled by Spiners."

Ah, Player. It's good to have a Daeva I can count on around here.

You're the type to kill some Spiners, then go find a tavern.

Khapseb! I'll miss you when you move on.