Jak 32004

Damas:
Well, you've come back from the dead have you? And my monks were ready to pray for you. I am Damas, King of Spargus.

Jak:
Spargus? Wait, nobody lives outside Haven's walls... not a whole city.

Damas:
Ahh yes... we ARE the forgotten ones. Haven City's refuse, thrown out and left to die. Just as you were. But now that you have been saved, your life belongs to the people of Spargus. And we will use it well. If it's actually worth anything.

Daxter:
Hey! That sounds like a bad deal!

Damas:
You are in no position to "deal." Out here everything is either useful or dead weight. Prove yourselves worthy, or the desert will be your grave.

Jak:
You need to work on making a better first impression.

Damas:
Ha ha ha! In the unforgiving Wasteland we value strength and survival above all. We will see where you stand soon enough. Complete your training, then enter the arena. Just the bravest crawl out and are allowed to stay in Spargus. It's quite simple really.

Daxter:
Um, what happens to the ones that don't crawl out?

Damas:
Then it will be as if we never found you.

Daxter:
I was afraid of that.