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• All of us are safe for now. What about later, when the dragons come at us in force?
• Governments are half the problem. Rakt and the Arcane Eye only do what their bosses tell them.
• We have to overcome that sort of resistance if we're ever going to form an effective alliance.
• Fertile Soil
• I'm ready to fight the Risen. Let's go!
• We haven't seen the last of those Risen. Here. Take more seed-plants. Hurry!
• I'll take a mortar seed-plant.
• Sorge the Zealot
• I'll take a trap seed-plant.
• Seed-plants? What are seed-plants?
• This journal has waterstains as if it was once immersed. Nevertheless, it is legible.
• You have killed the strongest of my flock. You have torn a bloody path to find me. Impressive.
• This bloodlust brings me no joy. We have only done what we needed to end your madness.
• See this child. Dead. Broken. Lost two times. The first when he followed Jormag, the second now.
• His twisted faith left him no room for solace or contemplation. Only hunger. Only rage.
• Too many of his kind have fallen into lies and corruption. So much potential fed into a maw of frozen cruelty.
• Fishing is made doubly difficult at this speed. We alternate between fear of starvation and fear of the chaos we leave behind.
• Tidy handwriting fills this leather-bound journal.
• I look forward to encountering other races. Maybe they can be educated to become defenders of balance. If any of us are left, that is.
• Repeating Shot
• They're wonderful protectors! The plants grow right away and help fight the Risen.
• I find the sylvari interesting; we have a similar way of thinking. The asura too, with their Eternal Alchemy. We cannot yet judge, though. Beliefs and actions often differ.
• I was his first wife, though I didn't live long enough to be queen. Don't trust a word he says. Oswald may seem charming, but he always has a plan up his sleeve.
• Wollam the Plunderer
• Keep it moving. Wollam wants this floating junk pile cleaned out before we sink it.
• You won't stop at bringing your corruption here. You want to take our pride, our knowledge, our wisdom.
• Your wisdom fails against Jormag's might. We take from you and you only talk soft words.
• Your weakness makes me sick. I'd spit in your face, but I won't waste the effort.
• Andal the Thug
• These words are carved onto what can only be bone tied together to form pages.
• These are my last seeds. Here. Plant them. Once these are gone, we're on our own.
• Thank you for your assistance, Valiant. Sorry I was short with you—not a good first impression, I'm sure.
• It's understandable, given your recent loss. I forgive you. Hopefully, the pain will pass.
• Wollam! You will not smash one more relic. You will not take one more piece of kodan culture.
• Return what you have stolen. Restore this imbalance or it will be restored for you.
• Amimitl has transformed you into a crab to battle Meztli. Leaving the arena will strip your transformation.
• Jormag has no need for your soft words. Balance means nothing compared to his power.
• I will make him more powerful with your relics, and earn his favor with your head!
• He begged for the love of something that does not love and obtained his treasures through theft and murder.
• Our culture remains. We shall heal ourselves, just as we shall heal this sanctuary.
• Yet, there is a coldness here. A long shadow looms from the north, one that could envelop us all.
• Be watchful and prepare. The battle you waged today will have echoes in the time to come.
• Why have we come here, Eir?
• Our ship is under assault by the servants of Jormag. The Voice, our spiritual ruler, is going mad. We must save her.
• This is suicide. Let us come back with more people.
• No. Time is of the essence. I will go alone if I have to.
• You'd be throwing your life away.
• None of the others seem to care if I live or die.
• Let my legend come to its end.
• We must go now. I fear for the Voice.