Quintia Rullus

"Look who's back! The Legion's got more ballistae, ready to move up when they wear the old ones out. You ready to stick another thumb in Molag Bal's eye?"

You want me to burn ballistae and ruin the forge again? "See? I knew you'd be up for it! I'll mark where the new ballistae are being kept. Be careful out there. They've probably caught on to our game by now. Or not ... Guess we'll find out, ay?"

I'll meet you when it's done. "Well, what're you still doing up here? Those ballistae aren't going to burn themselves."

Are you a soldier? "Was. Served with the engineering auxiliary in the Fourth Legion. It was fun for a while. Got to operate trebuchets–blow things up and such. But then there was all the drilling, and waking up early .... Wasn't for me."

So you deserted? "Well, that's an ugly word for it, but yeah. Worked out though, right? If I had stuck around, I might have wound up all glowy-eyed and evil! The moral is, don't ever let anyone tell you that quitting won't get you anywhere."

Why haven't you fled the city? "And miss out on all this? I'm kidding, of course. This place is the worst–but I can't just leave. The Imperial City is my home. No way am I going out into the provinces to milk goats and shave chickens, or whatever it is you do out there."

(After burning the ballistae)
"Well this place is homey if, you know ... you're a half-starved skeever. You finished causing a ruckus up in the districts?"

Legion Zero won't be making any new siege engines for a while. "I knew you could do it! I wish I could see the look on their smug, glowy-eyed faces. Priceless! I'm going to gather some supplies. Should be headed back out there in a day or so. If you're looking to cause a little more havoc, meet me there."