Maybe I should eat you for dinner. Yes, roasted deathclaw sounds delicious…
*wags tail when seeing you*
Ave, deathclaw. Would you like some strange meat that could be human flesh? :3
No. Because I feast on my enemies. Literally.
Nullum multum. Our position in cottonwood cove is secure, vulpes. However a profligate came in inquiring about how many NCR dogtags it would take to “buy” my helmet! MY HELMET! Suffice to say he was not worthy of dawning the helmet of a Centurion.
Salve, amicus. Quid agis hodie?
Valeo gratis, Vulpes. Et tu?
Ask Aurelius of Phoenix!
You have the rare honor of asking a centurion questions while he is unspattered by the blood of his inferiors.
Get moving Profligates!