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SHERIFF: We only have *how many?!*
GUARD: Eleven.
2
SHERIFF: You mean to tell me over a hundred guards were injured fighting the barbarians yesterday?
GUARD: Not quite...
3
GUARD: ... a dozen are in convalescence. The rest are... I received some resignation letters by carrier pigeon this morning...
SHERIFF: Well, so much for our budget concerns.
4
SHERIFF: We already have enough trouble keeping order in the city as it is. As soon as the townsfolk notice the guards are missing...
SHERIFF: ... we're done for.
5
SHERIFF: Tor, Silver, wherever you are, I hope you're happy.
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CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD (O/S): Why don't you hire some new blood?