Silren: Ferrahn, don't! It's suicide! Just give it another day and we'll make our move.
Ferrahn: Bullshit! You know that they'll get away if we delay for even just an hour!
Silren: No! I say we wait!
Ferrahn: No, we don't! You stay here and gather more info. I'll make a move first.
Silren: No!
Ferrahn: What is it?!
Silren: Just...don't.



Ferrahn: Hey, what's the matter?
Silren: I...I've got a bad feeling about this, alright?
Ferrahn: You? Mr Cool? I'm supposed to be the one with the instincts here.
Silren: And those instincts don't tell you anything?
Ferrahn: They tell me I have to make my move _now_ or we'll lose this chance forever.



Ferrahn: You're worried...
Silren: Of course, I am!
Ferrahn: Well, don't. Nothing's going to happen to me.
Silren: . . .
Ferrahn: Lady Luck's always been on my side, remember?



Ferrahn: Just keep me updated with any new info.
Silren: Ferrahn, don't!
Ferrahn: We'll have a drink tonight to celebrate the solving of this case, alright?
Silren: Damn it, Ferrahn!



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