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  • Understood.
  • {Controlling anger, seen evidence of atrocities} Just what the hell are they doing down here?
  • {grim} The big one is Stockton's daughter, Amelia. I didn't find any bodies of the feminine persuasion. So there's hope.
  • {Frustrated / Irritated} This whole place has got me on edge. I hope you found something on the caravan.
  • Sister disappears or lose your Brahmin, the Institute. Settlement murdered in the middle of the night, the Institute.
  • {Respect / Friendly} Likewise. Glad you were on my side.
  • {Hopeful / Question} You find out anything about the caravan?
  • {Annoyed, competitive / Irritated} We'll see who finds those caravan hands first, then.
  • {Angry, but then thinks better of it / Irritated} 90/10? Is that a joke? I risked my life, same as you. 70/30 is my final offer.
  • {Irritated at the town / Irritated} My advice is pass through sooner than later.
  • {Angry, but then thinks better of it / Irritated} There's some truth to that. 60/40 work for you?
  • {Doesn't think the player will do it - but steel in tone / Angry} You side with this nut job and we're going to have a serious, deadly, problem.
  • {Anger, player betrayed him} I have nothing to say to you.
  • {Stubborn} There's no reason to bald face lie to me if they're not hiding something. I'll keep poking around.
  • Real advanced machines. Might as well be human because no one can tell the difference between them and us.
  • {Almost muttering to himself, on high alert} Looks like they repurposed some old world sewers. I don't like the sight lines here. Plenty of opportunities for an ambush.
  • {Grim - said before attacking} I wish you hadn't said that.
  • {Grim, annoyed } They knew we were coming. Must've tripped some sort of sensor. I bet you 50 caps there's a lot more where they came from.
  • Another day, another job well done.
  • Bye.
  • {Firm, a little annoyed / Irritated} You bargaining with me? We work as equal partners or not at all.
  • {Insistent} We need to find out where the Compound is. My best guess is it's on Jacob's terminal.
  • I do have other things to do.
  • I'll meet you at the Compound.
  • {A little frustrated - emphasize "Somehow" / Suspicious} I don't got proof, but Covenant's involved. Somehow. I'll keep poking around. But let me know if you find anything.
  • {Grim} No. If Covenant doesn't pan out then I don't know where to start. I'll cross that road if I have to.
  • {Loud stage whisper to the player - Shocked, spoiling to kick their ass} Torture? They're sick. Just give me the signal.
  • Some people up ahead. I'll follow your lead.
  • {Annoyed} Mark my words, I'll get to the bottom of this.
  • Tell me about it.
  • The offer's open if you change your mind.
  • Time for some R and R.
  • You going to answer me, or not?
  • {Angry, but then thinks better of it / Irritated} Fine, I'll give you 90/10. If you want the other 10% you better be prepared to fight for it.
  • {Pit bull detective} A caravan came a few days back. Worked for Old Man Stockton. You saw them, right?
  • {Annoyed, sarcastic / Irritated} You? You're from Covenant? Yeah, and I'm the mayor of Diamond City.
  • {Grudging} If I have your word you'll help, I'll chip in 50 caps now. That's above and beyond the deal.
  • But I've never met a single person that has proof about any of that.
  • {Pointing something out, hoping the player is tech savvy} Turret control terminal over there. I don't suppose you're good with those things?
  • {All business} Their last stop was here so I've trying to put together the story. But I keep getting the run around.
  • {Raised volume - Filled with rage, said before attacking the player} The job was to rescue her, asshole.
  • {Perplexed, searching} No sign of the Caravan yet. They got to be holding them someplace. What the hell are they doing here, any way?
  • But there's no denying synths are real enough. So the Institute's infiltrating us and I doubt they're doing that for our own good.
  • I took this contract and I will honor it. Even if I have to kill you to do it.
  • {Angry at Chambers / Irritated} I've had my fill of crazy on this contract. No deal.
  • I've been here a long while, and nobody's even breathed a word about them. That is odd.
  • {Anger, player betrayed him} What goes around comes around, "friend."
  • {Firm, angry - he's totally down with shooting her / Irritated} Like hell I will. I made a deal with Old Man Stockton. And I plan on making good.
  • {A little defensive} Just doing my job.
  • {Appreciative} That's what I like to hear.
  • {Chuckle} You are all manner of strange.
  • {Determined} No. I still have no proof.
  • {Friendly} Same to you.
  • {Grim} That we did.
  • {Irritated} I hate this place.
  • {No nonsense} Well, this isn't about trade.
  • {Sighing, then angry} Cell's empty. Dammit.
  • {A little greedy here, but mostly wants to do the right thing} If we find her, Stockton's offering a heap of caps.
  • {Wry} My pockets would be a lot heavier if I didn't have any sentimentality.
  • {Considering} Some sort of bridge. Must be another way around.
  • {*grunt* before saying the line} You must be new around here. Synths are synthetic people made by the Institute.
  • {A little annoyed} I'm offering an equal stake and considering the work I've already put in, I figure that's generous. You in or not?
  • {Firm, annoyed / Irritated} Not interested. If you won't honor our deal then I have no use for you.
  • {Irritated / Irritated} All the fake smiles and fancy talking puts me on edge. The sooner I'm out of here the better.
  • Everyone in the Commonwealth is afraid of Synths, and the Institute.
  • {Annoyed with himself} Not a lot. Everyone's got their eye on me. But I'll keep trying.
  • {On a mission, thinking on his feet} Meeting room. Great. They got to have more holding cells somewhere. I feel it in my gut. Stockton's people were here.
  • {Enthusiastic - then thinking aloud} Great, now we just need to find it. If anyone would know where this Compound is it'd be Jacob. He runs this town.
  • {Bracing himself for a fight} Well, the survivors won't rescue themselves.
  • {Second guessing himself} But here... not one word. But, hell, this whole place is a bucket full of strange.
  • {Sigh at the beginning, struck out again / Irritated} I just can't catch a break.
  • {Emphasize "one thing" - he's caught them in a lie, now he's being persistent} I got one thing. They deny up and down that Stockton's men ever came here. But they most certainly did.
  • {Pit bull questioning} This isn't Diamond City. A caravan of five comes through, you'd remember.
  • I have myself a code. That's not always good on my wallet, but it helps me sleep at night.
  • {Angry, but then thinks better of it / Irritated} I've had enough of haggling to last three lifetimes. So we're done.
  • {Has scars} You see enough shit, though, and either you want to muck it out or make it worse.
  • {Affronted, sounds sincere / Irritated} They call me Honest Dan for a reason. That's exactly half of what Stockton agreed to pay me. Not one cap more, not one cap less.
  • {Pleased, eager / Happy} Then we're in business. I'll meet you there and we'll rescue ourselves some caravan hands.
  • {Irritated, muttering almost to himself / Irritated} You're as bad as the rest of these idiots.
  • {Irritated} My job here isn't drinking lemonade. I know for a fact they came here. Why the brush off?
  • {Thinking aloud, then offering help} But he doesn't have the best memory. I saw him once reading a slip of paper while entering his password. Maybe you can find that?
  • {Brooding} They're hiding something. I'm sure of it.
  • Most people believe the Institute's behind every manner of ill in the Commonwealth.
  • {Said carefully - monitoring the PC's response super carefully} You know anything about Stockton's caravan?
  • {Pleased / Friendly} So Stockton gets his daughter and we get paid. Not a bad day.
  • {Thinking aloud, considering} Hmm. Now that you mention it... people are always gabbing about synths. Or the Institute.
  • {Eager} We're in business. I'll meet you there and we'll rescue ourselves some caravan hands.
  • {Curious, thinks this is important} Huh. Not much to go on. I'll see if I can figure out anything about this... Compound.
  • {Seems like he's offering a fair deal - maybe a touch of caution on his side} Got a proposal for you. Help me find Stockton's people and we split the reward. At least one survivor walked out of that massacre.
  • Ask three different people, you'll get three different answers to that. Wildly different.
  • {Grim, expecting a fire fight} Got a clearing up ahead. I got your 6. Who knows where more of the bastards will pop up.
  • *grunt* You must be new around here. Synths are synthetic people made by the Institute.
  • {Thankful} Here's your cut of the reward. I'll get my half from Stockton. Been a pleasure.
  • {he's handing the player a list} Here's all I got on the caravan.
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