Serenoa: Return our salt and there will be mercy!
Trish: Hah! Not likely! Besides, weren't us in the wrong. Ye don't want yer stuff swiped, ye sleep with both eyes open—everyone knows that!
Travis: No use talkin' to these pampered nobles. Best just stick 'em with a blade and be done with it!
Trish: You got grit, I'll give ye that. But I'll pay back that hurt tenfold!
Trish: You gotta blame someone, blame yerselves and leave us well outta it!
Travis: Gah! That salt is ours by rights! Our land, our rules!
Travis: Brace yerself for a bruisin'! More to come if you insist on goin' after that salt!
Travis: Ye were on a pretty high horse last time we met, boy. Now you don't seem much better than us.
Serenoa: We're nothing like you.
Trish: Gah! You craven bastards and your castle-forged weapons. I'll stick 'em in your back next time we meet!
Travis: You bloodied my daughter, you bastards! Think I'll be takin' more than just salt back with me today!
Travis: Gah! You might've beaten us today, but the mountains have long memories, mark my words!
Serenoa: We're only taking back what is ours. If you insist on bearing a grudge, then indulge yourself.
