| [wanderer_strings.XML] <!-- of the Wastes - 'the searing gravel plain knows me' -->
<string id="prebackstory.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=5QpIypgB}Since you ask who I am, stranger, I will tell you." />
<string id="backstory_a.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=Ke9L8QbX}The searing gravel plain knows me, as do the rippling sands and the shadowed canyon. The hidden spring whispers to me, 'Come hither and drink,' and the high outcrop unveils to me the horizons." />
<string id="backstory_b.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=fELWdbuL}The viper does not trouble me, nor does the scorpion. I have faced the scouring sandstorm, the rushing flood, the killing heat of noontime, and they have all said to me, 'Pass safely, brother.'" />
<string id="backstory_c.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=rP2EVSvT}I am {MET_WANDERER.FIRSTNAME}, prince of the wastelands, lord of solitude, master of emptiness. If you wish to know my other names, you may ask my kinsmen, the leopard, the hyena and the gazelle.." />
<string id="response_1.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=xagl8d4w}{MET_WANDERER.FIRSTNAME} is fine. No need to bother the hyenas. So, what can you do?" />
<string id="response_2.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=5d6Xifm1}Master of empty talk, rather." />
<string id="backstory_d.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=C5pqZtNs}I roam the desert. I learn its secret ways, its gifts, as a lover learns the secrets and gifts of his beloved. But though the desert is bountiful, horses and steel must be bought with silver. So, I must sell my services from time to time." />
<string id="generic_backstory.spc_wanderer_aserai_6" text="{=V6boHnpo}I am of the desert. I know its ways. The wind guides me. The scorpion comes into my camp at night and tells me its secrets. The howls of the jackal bring me news of the hunt." /> |
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