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中文译文
| 扩充人手 |  50
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| 弟兄们要求你多招些人，以确保战团能生存下去。你可以选择： | ||
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整个战团的人一齐挤进你的帐篷——说实话，也就是这么一小撮杂牌人马。一群佣兵如此登门，怎么看都不像是好事，有那么一瞬间，你甚至想伸手拔剑。但随即你注意到，没人亮出武器，脸上也没有即将动手杀人的神情。看起来，他们不是来哗变砍你脑袋的，不过你仍暗自留了个心眼。
他们没有立刻开口，而是等着你先说话，这又让你松了一口气。这是尊重的表现，你拔剑的念头也越发淡了。你把双臂交叠在桌上，问他们有什么心事。
弟兄们解释，战团的人手太少了。无论走到哪里都危机四伏，大家越来越担心，下一场战斗就是自己的最后一战。最终，他们直截了当地说出了要求：要想活下去，就得有更多弟兄并肩作战。
你立刻起身，用指节敲了敲桌子。
"果然英雄所见略同，我已经留出一笔克朗，准备招募新弟兄了！"
众人忧虑得近乎悲伤的表情渐渐变了，开始微笑、点头，说着“那就好”“不错”。他们转身离开时，你注意到，每个人背后都藏着一把带鞘的匕首。
可惜，你并不赞同。
"你们是我见过最出色的战士。我不觉得有什么好怕的。敌人见到你们，才该担心自己的小命！"
可这番话并没有起到好作用。一人探身向前，手藏在背后；另一人却一把按住他的肩，迅速摇头。那人只是看着你，说道。
"这回答实在让人忧心，团长。不过，我们会继续干下去。"
两人转身离开时，你注意到，其中一人腰间匕首的鞘扣已经解开。
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50%的弟兄变得心情低落 |
你摊开双臂，挤出一个连渴鬼都骗不到水钱的笑，撒了个谎。
"账上实在没有余钱再招人。"
弟兄们很不买账。一个人立刻转身出帐，一路咒骂不止；另一个人的手短暂地伸向背后。你又瞥了眼自己的剑。他看见了，便把双手放回你看得见的地方，最后点头。
“我们会听命的，长官。暂时如此。”
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50%的弟兄变得心情低落 |
你告诉弟兄们，手头的克朗不够再雇人，他们点点头。
"猜到你会这么说。所以我们有个提议，也不是随口讲讲：大家从养老钱里各拿出一部分给你，让你招些新人。之后，再随军饷慢慢还给我们。"
你猛地抬头，这提议实在出乎意料。
你告诉弟兄们，没钱再招更多佣兵。他们一同叹气，点了点头。
"没事，团长，只是个提议。和往常一样，我们听你的命令。"
他们转身离开，背比刚才更弯，话也更少了。
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20%的弟兄变得心情低落 |
你起身与每个人握手，嘴上大声说着真不愿事情走到这一步，心里却因手头又多了些可用的克朗而暗自高兴。
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你获得1000克朗 |
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现在每名弟兄的日薪增加3克朗。 |
你打量众人。此刻他们神情肃穆，已不是上次为胜利笑闹的模样。虽然暂时没钱给他们添些帮手，却也实在不必动他们的军饷。
"能提出这种办法，需要多少无私与勇气，我心里有数。可若答应你们，我还有什么脸自称有荣誉的人？你们的积蓄，一个子儿也不动。"
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20%的弟兄变得心情愉快 |
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英文原文
| More Men | 50
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| Your brothers demand that you hire more men to make sure the company will survive. You can choose: | ||
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The entire company - a motley little crew if you say so yourself - enters your tent all at once. A troupe of sellswords appearing in such a fashion is not the friendliest of sights and so for a split-second you think to reach for your sword. But then you notice that none of them have their weapons out nor do they carry the faces of men about to commit a murder. While they don't seem to be forming a mutiny to take your head, you keep the thought in mind nonetheless.
You are only further relieved when they don't immediately start talking, instead waiting for your words to come first. This is a show of respect, and so the thought of reaching for your sword grows more distant. Crossing your arms over the table, you ask them what is on their minds.
They explain that the company is too thin. Everywhere they go there is danger and the men are now concerned that every new battle shall be their last. Finally, they state their wants outright: if they are going to survive, they're going to need more brothers by their side.
You immediately stand up and rap the table with your knuckles.
"The best of minds truly must think alike for I have already set aside some crowns for hiring new brothers!"
The anxious, almost sad faces on the men slowly begin to change. They smile and nod and say things like 'alright' and 'that's good.' When they turn to leave, you notice they've got daggers sheathed behind their backs.
Unfortunately, you just don't agree.
"You are some of the finest soldiers I've ever seen. I don't think you have anything to fear. Our enemies fear for their own lives when they see you!"
But your words don't go over well. One man leans forward with an arm behind his back, but another man claps a hand on his shoulder and quickly shakes his head. He only looks at you and says.
"This is most concerning news, sir, but we shall carry on."
When they turn to leave, you notice the clasp on one man's sheathed dagger has been unlatched.
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50% of brothers get a bad mood |
Fanning your arms out and pressing forth a smile that couldn't sell water to a thirsty man, you lie.
"We've simply not the coffers to take on more men."
The men don't take it well. One immediately turns around and exits the tent, a wake of curses and swears in the wake of his leaving. Another brother momentarily reaches behind his back. You glance at your sword again. He sees you doing this, and then puts his hands back where you can see them. Finally, he nods.
"We'll do as told, sir. For now."
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50% of brothers get a bad mood |
When you let the men know that you've not enough crowns on hand to hire more men, they nod.
"We thought you might say that. So here's our suggestion, and we don't say this lightly, but each of us will give you part of what we saved up for retirement so that you may hire others. And you'll pay us back with our wages."
You quickly glance up, the suggestion seemingly coming out of nowhere.
You let the men know that you've not the crowns to take on more sellswords. They collectively sigh and nod.
"That's alright, sir. T'was only a suggestion. As always, we shall march on your orders."
The men turn and leave, a little slouched over and quieter than before.
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20% of brothers get a bad mood |
You get up and shake the hands of each man. While you loudly state that you wish it didn't come to this, you are secretly beaming at the fact you now have more crowns at your disposal.
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You gain 1000 Crowns |
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Each brother is now paid 3 more crowns a day |
You look the men over. They are solemn creatures, not the ones you last saw grinning and laughing over their latest victory or triumph. While you can't yet afford to get them more men, there really is no need to cut their pay.
"I appreciate the selflessness and bravery it must've took to suggest such a thing, but I cannot possibly consider myself a man of honor and grant you this request. Your savings shall remain untouched."
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20% of brothers get a good mood |