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• Even if I believed you, progress demands sacrifice! Step aside. I've got a demonstration to make, and I'm not letting you spoil it.
• Your enemy picked up an orb of power.
• Your team snatched one of their orbs.
• You've taken an orb of power.
• Mink
• Parkyr Vellon
• Er...thanks for saving my life. Who'd have guessed that a murderous smuggler like Vellon would turn on me?
• Everybody but you. Besides, with all the extra power cells you crammed in that golem, you're lucky it didn't explode in your face.
• Wait. It blew up, but it didn't go haywire. Were we wrong? Was Keppa the one we wanted after all?
• Keppa? Hah! Her golems are nothing but skritt junk glued together with mucilage! They fall apart after two steps.
• Mink's a brainless toad, but he does have a point.
• Hey!
• I think I know what to look for now. Let me run a few tests back at my lab. Meet me there and we can explore my new theory.
• Hey, the enemy took one of your orbs!
• Well, look who finally caught up with the rest of the class. I heard you needed help to escape from my trap, Zojja. Big surprise there, right?
• You're too late, by the way. My Weather-matic 5000 is fully functional and ready to make it rain. Literally.
• That's my invention, Kudu. You're no genius, you're a derivative thief. And you dress like a ninny. Tell your tailor that other colors exist.
• Ooh, Snaff's sidekick brought a sidekick of her own. A side-sidekick. Yes, I stole your design. And improved it a thousandfold!
• Your device could make it snow for Wintersday or turn gray skies blue for a child's picnic. I turned that toy into a weapon of unmatched potential.
• Dark clouds are gathering over Rata Sum as we speak, Savant. I hope the council can swim. But you? You're sunk. Inquest! Attack!
• Where's Kudu? I'm going to wrap his ears around his own neck and pull until his head pops off.
• Good plan, but Kudu's long gone. He stole the designs for a personal teleporter ages ago. Whenever things aren't going his way...he goes away.
• Excuse me. Is this the actual lab of the famous Morphologists Krewe?
• Why, yes, it is. We don't have any openings at the moment, but if you leave your contact information—
• Oh, it's not that, it's just I...I've looked up to the Morphies my entire life. I know I'm not worthy to join such an illustrious gang of geniuses.
• I'm about to begin an exciting new chapter of my career, and I wanted to bask in your light...you know, for inspiration.
• If it's not too much trouble, could you give me a quick tour? I promise I won't take up too much of your time.
• Well, it's highly irregular...but Councillor Flax does like to encourage interaction with the less gifted in our community. Follow me.
• Make way! This is a surprise inspection! The Arcane Eye hereby commandeers this facility until further notice. Who's in charge here?
• I am. And you are?
• I'm the one who's going to shut this place down if I don't get some cooperation. I want to see this facility run a full diagnostic scan. What's your name?
• Krewe Chief Filka, thank you very much. And before you take another step, I need to see some credentials.
• You don't have the clearance to see my credentials, much less demand them. Now stand aside, or I'll see you cataloguing fish eggs in Loch Jezt.
• You're all in terrible danger! Those maniacs at the College of Synergetics overloaded an entire tripolar disruption accelerator array.
• Excuse me! Who are you, and what are you on about?
• Elementals. Hundreds of them. You're about to be ears-deep in rampaging energy monsters.
• The phase resonance modulators here will draw them straight to this facility. I've got to recalibrate your equipment, or you're all dead.
• I'm only going to say this once: if you want to stay alive and uncremated, take cover and stay put until I say otherwise.
• You saved us! We still don't have any openings, but rest assured if you submit your curriculum vitae, it'll go straight to the top of the pile.
• Thanks so much! I'm just happy I was here. If anything happened to the Magnificent Morphies, I'd never forgive myself.
• There is one thing you could do for me, though. Earlier, I saw the staff Councillor Flax carries. You know the one?
• Well, there's your problem. See that staff? It's emitting an unstable transenergetic signature. That's what caused that elemental outbreak.
• But that's Councillor Flax's crozier. He carries it with him whenever he's got important Council business.
• Then we're all very lucky he didn't have it with him today. I'm going to have to confiscate this crozier for the time being.
• That was...well, words elude me about what just transpired, but it appears we owe you our lives. Thank you.
• No need to thank me. But if you want to do yourselves a favor, don't mention I was here.
• Come clean, Keppa. You put that passel of pint-sized killer golems in play without knowing how dangerous they were.
• Killers? No, no. My market niche is lab assistants. I'm using skritt at the moment. They work cheap, but their utility has proven...limited.
• My mini-golems are going to make me rich. They fetch, haul, carry, and fight...everything a genius needs from her krewe!
• I can prove it, too. Let me just—oh, dear. Here come my skritt, clamoring for attention. Don't worry. This happens every so often.