When attacked Ralirea grunts as he swings his harpoon, "[Player Name], I am among the greatest of the Aun hunters. You have little chance against me. Go you on your ways, and leave my party be." If he kills you It should not have been this way. [Player Name], go in peace. On death The mighty Ralirea sags from [Player Name]'s fatal blow. "Ah, Mirakah," he murmurs. "I shall not be able to fill our stores this winter. But I will meet you at the lodge, my love... at last..." So saying, the hunter passes like the wind over sea. Local broadcast messages