Nimble’s Chat with Sickle

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Nimble: Nope, I’m out. Had my fill of this. Killing fellow stalkers wasn’t in the job description.
Sickle: But you did not kill him. And now he has lots of questions. Some of them involve you.
Nimble: All the more reason to get the hell outta the Swamps. I’ll leave you the map of Kalancha’s beacons. Tune them to yourself, starting with the first, and they’ll guide you to Clear Sky’s doorstep. Or should I say, your thugs. You managed without maps just fine.
Sickle: The Monolith guides me. Also, there is no need to insult my brothers.
Nimble: Are you reading your own lines for once, Sickle? Or is he pulling the strings like always? Eh, whatevs. You’ve got to recalibrate at least four beacons for this to pan out. Then you can waltz through the ruins all the way to Clear Sky.
Sickle: You said you would guide my men there.
Nimble: And you said I wouldn’t have any problems, Faust.
Sickle: All of your problems are of your own making.
Nimble: I’ve heard enough. You’ve got the coordinates. Let’s hope we never cross paths again.
Sickle: Of that I am certain.