WoF: Correct apostrophes

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data/campaigns/Winds_of_Fate/scenarios/02_Reclamation.cfg

@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ Urged by the touch of flame, this creature might breathe secrets for reaching fa
         [part]
             background={KARRON_PORTRAIT}
             scale_background=no
-            story={CAPTION ( _ "Karron")} + _ "Again you waste time pondering Reshan's glider myths!
+            story={CAPTION ( _ "Karron")} + _ "Again you waste time pondering Reshan’s glider myths!
 If the far lands of glider legend ever were, they now dwell below the waves.
 Every raindrop drowns more of the world till the sky itself is filled."
         [/part]

data/campaigns/Winds_of_Fate/scenarios/07_Harvest.cfg

@@ -468,7 +468,7 @@ My diary is very personal, Vonel!"
             speaker=narrator
             message= _ "29th day of Greenleaf
 
-...how was I to know Vanar's ritual would involve blood sacrifice?! Oh, if only the wicked “Lady” Dionli had not put me in this unenviable position. Now I shall need another unsalaried novice handmaiden willing to work for “experience”..."
+...how was I to know Vanar’s ritual would involve blood sacrifice?! Oh, if only the wicked “Lady” Dionli had not put me in this unenviable position. Now I shall need another unsalaried novice handmaiden willing to work for “experience”..."
         [/message]
         [message]
             speaker=narrator

data/campaigns/Winds_of_Fate/scenarios/11_Crosswind.cfg

@@ -547,9 +547,9 @@ From the mouth of the cave, Parapathos witnessed the battle take a grim turn. As
 
 With a chilled heart, Parapathos resumed his quest into the underland, leaving the lives of his friends to the fate of the battle. Never before had he resented the honor–burden of his clasher heritage. If not for it, he could have stayed to fight for them.
 
-Echoes of the battle faded into silence as Parapathos descended through the cave. Sharp crystals jutted from the walls. Then the cave parted into a labyrinth of corridors. The same <i>craftlings</i> Parapathos sought had hewed these corridors before the Faerie creatures drove them down to Irdya's very heart. Now he was lost in the labyrinth they left behind.
+Echoes of the battle faded into silence as Parapathos descended through the cave. Sharp crystals jutted from the walls. Then the cave parted into a labyrinth of corridors. The same <i>craftlings</i> Parapathos sought had hewed these corridors before the Faerie creatures drove them down to Irdya’s very heart. Now he was lost in the labyrinth they left behind.
 
-In the distance, Parapathos heard the heavy footfalls of <i>stonekin</i>. He followed them, for days, as they journeyed down to their chamber of contemplation. There they stopped altogether, standing solemnly in a circle around the chamber's center. It seemed this was the bottom of the world, yet there was no <i>craftling</i> sanctuary to be found here. Perhaps they all had perished as Witwegana feared.
+In the distance, Parapathos heard the heavy footfalls of <i>stonekin</i>. He followed them, for days, as they journeyed down to their chamber of contemplation. There they stopped altogether, standing solemnly in a circle around the chamber’s center. It seemed this was the bottom of the world, yet there was no <i>craftling</i> sanctuary to be found here. Perhaps they all had perished as Witwegana feared.
 
 Yet there was a faint sound coming through the crystalline floor. It had the rhythm of <i>craftling</i> toolworks. Indeed their sanctuary had survived; it was right beneath him. Breaking through the floor, an entire realm was revealed below, sheltered within a great geode. Parapathos discarded his armor, unfurled his wings, then dove through the breach.
 
@@ -598,9 +598,9 @@ Then the <i>craftling</i> automaton came into view. Like its creators, it was sm
 
 The automata took their places in the arena, facing each other. Their inner toolworks clamored ceaselessly. The call was given to begin the duel.
 
-With a deafening shriek, the drake automaton spat out walls of flame, as it lurched ahead. Even the sand seemed to burn before it, as a dark odious smoke cloaked half the arena. Then the <i>craftling</i> automaton emerged from the thick of the smoke, to the flank of its opponent. With its spin hammer it mangled loose a roller from its victim. Despite this, the drake automaton managed to come about, then struck back with its battering ram to crush its foe's wielder chamber, along with the poor <i>craftlings</i> inside.
+With a deafening shriek, the drake automaton spat out walls of flame, as it lurched ahead. Even the sand seemed to burn before it, as a dark odious smoke cloaked half the arena. Then the <i>craftling</i> automaton emerged from the thick of the smoke, to the flank of its opponent. With its spin hammer it mangled loose a roller from its victim. Despite this, the drake automaton managed to come about, then struck back with its battering ram to crush its foe’s wielder chamber, along with the poor <i>craftlings</i> inside.
 
-It seemed a fateful blow. Until the <i>craftling's</i> automaton rolled back, took aim with its fire staff, then shot loose the flame spitter from the drake's. As their automaton caught fire, the clasher wielders emerged from within its wreckage. They went to the <i>craftling</i> automaton to honor their victorious opponents. Yet no <i>craftlings</i> emerged from it to receive their praise. Neither to gloat as <i>craftlings</i> often do.
+It seemed a fateful blow. Until the <i>craftling’s</i> automaton rolled back, took aim with its fire staff, then shot loose the flame spitter from the drake’s. As their automaton caught fire, the clasher wielders emerged from within its wreckage. They went to the <i>craftling</i> automaton to honor their victorious opponents. Yet no <i>craftlings</i> emerged from it to receive their praise. Neither to gloat as <i>craftlings</i> often do.
 
 A <i>craftling</i> runesmith strode onto the arena, laughing as he went. He told the bewildered clashers there was no one within his automaton, no one wielding its inner workings. By his glyph–making he had granted this thing a Will of its own. Turning again to the automaton, the clashers gave it a humble nod.
 

data/campaigns/Winds_of_Fate/units/Dolphin.cfg

@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@
     name= _ "Dolphin"
     race=monster
     image="units/dolphin-1.png"
-    description= _ "The sight of a dolphin is seen as a good omen by the sailors of Elensefar and the Ka'lian rated the creature's sensibility nearly on par with that of an elf. Among coastal orcish tribes the meat is consumed as a delicacy.
+    description= _ "The sight of a dolphin is seen as a good omen by the sailors of Elensefar and the Ka’lian rated the creature’s sensibility nearly on par with that of an elf. Among coastal orcish tribes the meat is consumed as a delicacy.
 
 One of the rare air breathing fish, the dolphin is never too long below the surface of the sea."
 

data/campaigns/Winds_of_Fate/units/Outrigger.cfg

@@ -5,9 +5,9 @@
     name= _ "Outrigger"
     race=mechanical
     image="units/outrigger.png"
-    description= _ "Cutting light and shallow through the water's surface, these raiding craft easily intercept the more substantial and seaworthy vessels of Wesnoth. While well armed and heavily crewed for their size, orcish Outriggers nevertheless rely on numbers to overcome well defended shore settlements and shipping.
+    description= _ "Cutting light and shallow through the water’s surface, these raiding craft easily intercept the more substantial and seaworthy vessels of Wesnoth. While well armed and heavily crewed for their size, orcish Outriggers nevertheless rely on numbers to overcome well defended shore settlements and shipping.
 
-The shallow draft of the outrigger's hulls allows it to be landed at coastal villages, though this makes it entirely vulnerable."
+The shallow draft of the outrigger’s hulls allows it to be landed at coastal villages, though this makes it entirely vulnerable."
 
     # Recruiting
     usage=mixed fighter