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Grow strong, little ones!

This bark bites!

The cycle continues.

The seeds are sown.

Be wary of the woods.

<snarl>

<underlay sound>

<_weird enthusiastic noises_>

You are a natural.

Huh?

Are you scared?

You have skill!

My regrets.

The cycle… continues

<_creepy disjointed laughter_>

I may be old, but I'm not slow.

Hmmm…

I wonder…

What would be wise?

My cards are running low.

My deck is desolate.

I need a weapon.

I need more mana.

That minion can't attack again.

I can't strike again.

Be patient.

My hand is full.

The battlefield is full.

That minion is stealthed.

I can't do that.

I must find a new target.

They taunt me.

It is impossible.

Too much time in the weald makes you... strange.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

<_even creepier laughter_>

Stop putting ornaments on me.

Whoa!

May the flames bring new life.

Never in my years?!

May your ships be sturdy.

Beware the woods this Hallow's End.

Happy Noblegarden, the cycle repeats.

Yes, yes.

I bless your travels, Proudmoore.

Witness the might of the Thornspeakers.