Homme blessé: I'm glad to see another living soul...

Guerrier: Yes, I'm alive... at least for now. What has happened here?

Sorcière: You look like you've seen better days... What took place here?

Magicienne: Your leg... what took place here?

Rôdeuse: You're wounded. What happened?

Chasseresse: You look unwell, friend. What happened?

Moine: I live. But you are bleeding out. What happened here?

Mercenaire: Yeah. I'm alright. But you on the other hand... What got ya, mate?

Druide: Och... I've got problems of my own to tend.

Homme blessé: W-what? You'd just leave me to die?

Druide: Nay, lad. Now speak - what befell ye?

Homme blessé: Oh, First Ones bless you.

Homme blessé: The Miller went off to warn Clearfell 'bout a strange {sickness}, plaguing our men. I was fixin' to go after him, until that {bloody} thing got to me first. Now, all those who drowned in the floodin'... suddenly they ain't so dead no more.