Continued Post Gibberlings3#4 hook71's typo hunt

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bg1npc/tra/english/x#dyronpc.tra

@@ -27,7 +27,7 @@
 @26   = ~*Xan rolls his eyes.* They say that when the gods wish to punish they first render mad... what cruel deity chose to make their companions fall in love instead?~
 @27   = ~You are starting to increase the number of your consorts, jalil? It is a wise course.~
 @28   = ~A pair of fighters? A sensible woman would add a mage next. Most drow females would do such.~
-@29   = ~I disapprove of allowing jalulks to priesthood, but I suppose he is a good compliment to your witless warder.~
+@29   = ~I disapprove of allowing jaluks to priesthood, but I suppose he is a good complement to your witless warder.~
 @30   = ~A wizard to compliment your warder... but you will have to watch him in this insane world where men are allowed to outgrow women in their powers.~
 @31   = ~A sneaky character... Goes well with your witless and loud warder.~
 @32   = ~I cannot say I would choose one who practices this strange art of yelling the same drivel - though you call it poetry - over and over... But not all can be as excellent as your warder - witless, strong and loyal - and surface jalil seem to be attracted by this wailing.~
@@ -56,11 +56,11 @@
 @55   = ~*She raises a brow, as if puzzled.*~
 @56   = ~Well... I... er... recognize all the signs.  After you say something, you glance at <CHARNAME>. Or after you've smiled. And the other day when <CHARNAME> took a wound I swear that you turned paler than him. Eldoth was just the same when we first met, and he was unsure of my feelings, silly boy.~
 @57   = ~'Tis my custom to mind opinions of my commanders. And whilst I have a strong stomach for the horrors of war, splattering blood, broken bones and torn flesh make me queasy at times.~
-@58   = ~Splattering blood... eek... I hate that myself. It's something I didn't quite expect... Eldoth never told me anything about it... Or about the... uhm... smell when bodies become bloated in the sun... Erm... excuse me, Dynaheir, but I... I think I'm going to sick up...~
+@58   = ~Splattering blood... eek... I hate that myself. It's something I didn't quite expect... Eldoth never told me anything about it... Or about the... uhm... smell when bodies become bloated in the sun... Erm... excuse me, Dynaheir, but I... I think I'm going to throw up...~
 @59   = ~It's too bloody early to live, Dynaheir! Why are you mooning about?~
 @60   = ~I wanted to see the dawn, Shar-Teel.~
 @61   = ~Dawn?~
-@62   = ~So humans call the rise of the sun in the morn. Some venerate it in Lathander's name. Of old 'twas Amunator's following that-~
+@62   = ~So humans call the rise of the sun in the morn. Some venerate it in Lathander's name. Of old 'twas Amaunator's following that-~
 @63   = ~*She grunts.* Woman, stop this load of oxen dung. You aren't losing sleep over gods. You're losing it over that pathetic <CHARNAME>.~
 @64   = ~*She grunts.* Woman, stop this load of oxen dung. You aren't losing sleep over gods. You're losing it over that pathetic demigod.~
 @65   = ~Thou art not sleeping either, Shar-Teel. What is thy reason? I do not expect it to be heartache.~
@@ -353,7 +353,7 @@ Their bones will turn to dust!~
 @349  = ~Sveetla it is!~
 @350  = ~You are a strong and handsome man! Let me help you out of these clothes. The bed is right there. O, you are an impatient one!~
 @351  = ~Come to Bhetel! Compared to her passion, the Abyss is but a snowflake!~
-@352  = ~Th-the rumors exaggerate... your size, sir. *blushes* Not that... size, I mean, they say you're eight feet tall. But I... I am very admiring of you, sir. Let me help you with your clothes. Quite... quite so. Wait till all the girls hear that I had the hero of the Sword Coast... and that he chose me over Marinda and Bhetel... and...~
+@352  = ~Th-the rumors exaggerate... your size, sir. *blushes* Not that... size, I mean, they say you're eight feet tall. But I... I greatly admire you, sir. Let me help you with your clothes. Quite... quite so. Wait till all the girls hear that I had the hero of the Sword Coast... and that he chose me over Madrina and Bhetel... and...~
 @353  = ~Sis, the room is occupied.~
 @354  = ~*mutters* Of all foul places one could set up a meeting 'tis definitely the most-~
 @355  = ~<CHARNAME>???!!!~
@@ -362,7 +362,7 @@ Their bones will turn to dust!~
 @358  = ~It's... It's not what it looks like! I have been... forced! Drugged! Tied up!~
 @359  = ~Dear, it's one of Edwin's schemes to separate us. Would you want him to win?~
 @360  = ~Dynaheir... er... Meet my aunt Meggy!~
-@361  = ~O, I see Madam Nell sent someone else along. Are you new, girl? Join in, dear, I will show you a few tricks.~
+@361  = ~Oh, I see Madam Nell sent someone else along. Are you new, girl? Join in, dear, I will show you a few tricks.~
 @362  = ~Dynaheir... er... Meet my aunt Betty!~
 @363  = ~O... I'm sorry, madame, but... but...~
 @364  = ~Thou flea-eaten lewdster! *Dynaheir storms away, slamming the door shut behind her.*~

bg1npc/tra/english/x#edwin.tra

@@ -145,7 +145,7 @@
 @144  = ~Shut your mouth! The smell of sweat and blood befits a fighter. And if we are talking about washing, you can use some, flower boy. Your stink attracts all the bees in a radius of fifteen leagues.~
 @145  = ~I will have you know it is perfume. The most excellent and quite expensive one I might add.~
 @146  = ~I wonder how your blood smells... I wager it will blend nicely into my bouquet...~
-@147  = ~What an interesting choice of words. Bouquet? Like the thing you will never get to throw, for the idiot who would wed one such as you has not yet been born? (Unless we do not count out tanar'ri, but even those posses some degree of brains.)~
+@147  = ~What an interesting choice of words. Bouquet? Like the thing you will never get to throw, for the idiot who would wed one such as you has not yet been born? (Unless we do not count out tanar'ri, but even those possess some degree of brains.)~
 @148  = ~I am not mad enough to wish to be bond to such a pathetic thing as a man. If you ever dare to humiliate me with such a suggestion again, I will have your tongue.~
 @149  = ~Pardon me, I am not nearly intoxicated enough to speak to wildlife. (What was I thinking, addressing this thing? Have I not far more important and deadly things to do?)~
 @150  = ~Try putting on some more of that perfume. That will intoxicate you quick enough.~

bg1npc/tra/english/x#eldoth.tra

@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
 @35   = ~Malleable enough, with the shock she's had, even to conclude you are a bit of a fraud � if I lay Sarevok's head beside the foot you aren't drooling over.~
 @36   = ~And what satisfaction could *you* possibly derive from upsetting poor Lady Skie with so grisly a trophy?~
 @37   = ~The satisfaction of screwing someone who abandons me *now* when I need all the help I can get.~
-@38   = ~*sigh* And so the blackmailer trumps the poor, inoffensive confident trickster. I *really* should have listened to what my dear mother told me.~
+@38   = ~*sigh* And so the blackmailer trumps the poor, inoffensive confidence trickster. I *really* should have listened to what my dear mother told me.~
 @39   = ~What was that?~
 @40   = ~Alas, I do not know. I never listened.~
 @41   = ~Your hair loves the moonlight, dark lady!~

bg1npc/tra/english/x#faint.tra

@@ -31,7 +31,7 @@
 @30   = ~When I look at a certain lady... I'd settle for a lust elixir, Faldorn...~
 @31   = ~When I look at a certain man... I'd settle for a lust elixir, Faldorn...~
 @32   = ~I'll call for mates when the time comes, like every other bitch. Fight for me then. Words now will do you no good.~
-@33   = ~Dream? *she howls* What I am - a townling?~
+@33   = ~Dream? *she howls* What am I - a townling?~
 @34   = ~One part powder of cassia, three damiana leaves, one part lotus petals-~
 @35   = ~Argh, forget it. If you ever need one - I'll do it for you. Moon teas, brewed improperly, can leave a person forever cold...~
 @36   = ~No, you aren't! You are a beast-torturer! The wrath of Shadow Druids have found you!~
@@ -51,7 +51,7 @@
 @50   = ~Thank you, sister.~
 @51   = ~Do not look at me, <CHARNAME>! I *wish* I could claim such a deed! But I did not kill the pseudo-druids here!~
 @52   = ~*snorts* There is nothing magical about poisons like that. You take a leaf of durman-flower and -~
-@53   = ~Perhaps, that what it was, druid.~
+@53   = ~Perhaps, that's what it was, druid.~
 @54   = ~Grr! Mages! A druid would have recognized the difference between a magical potion and a natural brew!~
 @55   = ~We should release the beast, not slaughter it! It did not come to this wretched place out of its own volition!~
 @56   = ~I promise you that the poor cubs would feast on his corpse!~
@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@
 @80   = ~May... maybe, but what does it matter now?!~
 @81   = ~<CHARNAME>! It's a wolf chasing a chicken... we should not intervene in the cycle of life... WAIT A MINUTE! It's TALKING! Abhorrent humans! Could not leave poor chick to his clucking! Tell me creature who - NO! Do not *tell* me anything! I would not encourage you to act in an unnatural way!~
 @82   = ~Buc-becaw-kill-the-wolf! Buc-becaw-stupid!~
-@83   = ~Always remember that because of you a wolf had died.~
+@83   = ~Always remember that because of you a wolf has died.~
 @84   = ~And good thing it is...~
 @85   = ~What?! How dare you?! This noble beast was worth ten of your kind! Perhaps I can even the score by sending you after the wolf!~
 @86   = ~Er... of course. I... I apologize, druid.~
@@ -94,12 +94,12 @@
 @93   = ~Grr! Wisdom cannot be imparted from a scroll! It is a natural thing, not an oatmeal recipe!~
 @94   = ~If you shared the beach with them as a normal beast would, and not tried to take more than your share of the sea bounty with your nets out and sell in this rotten city, you'd not have been chased away!~
 @95   = ~Grr! Your eyes are death! Cold gaze, cold! Stay back, you fools.~
-@96   = ~Grrr! The drow's scimitars are pretty and sharp, but the Emerald Ray scimitar is what I want. That's the proper weapon for a druid. Did I tell you that it was forged from Kador's the Burner sickle? Kador was a famous Shadow Druid... if only I had it!~
+@96   = ~Grrr! The drow's scimitars are pretty and sharp, but the Emerald Ray scimitar is what I want. That's the proper weapon for a druid. Did I tell you that it was forged from Kador the Burner's sickle? Kador was a famous Shadow Druid... if only I had it!~
 @97   = ~For the good cause, druid, I would fight with my bare hands.~
 @98   = ~Or with boulders... yes, boulders are good.~
 @99   = ~*smiles* If you are of the giantkin.~
 @100  = ~Grr! Lead us, dryad, and I swear that the enemies of nature will be destroyed!~
-@101  = ~Thank you, O servant of Silvanus.~
+@101  = ~Thank you, Oh servant of Silvanus.~
 @102  = ~You... you brought dishonor upon me! I am not *welcome* in the wood! I HATE you, <CHARNAME>! Grrr! I will show you the proper way!~
 @103  = ~Please, help me, druid!~
 @104  = ~You... you are a trickster! I HATE you, <CHARNAME>! Grrr!~
@@ -136,4 +136,4 @@
 @174 = ~Go make friends with it then, but I'm leaving!~
 @175 = ~Be strong! Go with the Nature's blessings.~
 @1001 = ~You will be rewarded for your sacrifice. Farewell.~
-@1002 = ~Listen, just rid me of this damnable nuissance, all right?~
+@1002 = ~Listen, just rid me of this damnable nuisance, all right?~