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• Stop! Silencing me won't help you now. Besides, I'm only trying to help defeat the dragons.
• Then you should have stayed in your cell. Now I have to kill everyone here and burn the room. What a waste of time.
• It's a waste of a great deal more than time. Don't do this, Agent. Concealing the threat posed by the dragons helps no one and harms everyone.
• You can't control the truth, Rakt. Things have already gone too far.
• It's over, Rakt. Everyone here heard Gorr's message, and they're about to spread it across Tyria.
• And when the Council sees what you've done, they'll have your head.
• The Council can be extremely myopic when it suits them. Besides, once you're all dead, there'll be nothing left for them to see.
• Here. You see, Councillor Flax? Everything I said is true. The Arcane Eye have been trying to supress my theory that the dragons are eating magic.
• My correct theory, I might add. We now have proof that the dragons do consume magic.
• We know, Professor. We've always known. Preparations are being made to exploit your "discovery" for Rata Sum's benefit even as we speak.
• Then Rakt was working for you all along. You used the Arcane Eye to get Gorr out of the way so you could stifle the truth.
• You won't get away with this. We'll tell the world. We'll distribute Gorr's research. We'll—
• You'll make a lot of shrill noise, as always. And as always, no one will listen or care. You're wasting the Council's time. This audience is over.
• Then you should take a sabbatical. Right now, I'm only interested in repurposing those golems.
• Tasty Meat
• They obviously think they can keep themselves safe in Rata Sum. But the more power they stockpile, the faster the dragons will come for them.
• Listen, I've fought the dragons, and I'm telling you they have no chance. The only hope Tyria has is for all races to join forces.
• Congratulations. Getting you into an order was the first step. Now for the tricky part: I'm bound for Lion's Arch, too. I'm meeting an...old friend there.
• We were members of a brilliant team: Destiny's Edge. Things went...horribly wrong, but I'm starting to think the team is worth another try.
• Ready to enter the world of epic espionage? Ready to outintrigue a master spy like Rakt? It all starts here at the Peacemaker headquarters.
• That's the spirit. First we need to neutralize the guards and secure the area. And for Professor Gorr's sake, let's do so swiftly and suavely.
• I can do suave. Just go easy on the clever jokes, all right? Groaning in disgust tends to impede my natural grace.
• You wound me! I'll have you know, wordplay of that caliber takes an enormous amount of work.
• Stop right there. How did you dissidents bypass my security measures?
• That's a trade secret, flatfoot. Though if you must know, we walked in. Then we walked all over your scheme to suppress Gorr's theory.
• No matter. When I'm done, your "revelation" will be dismissed as just more gossip. Oh, and by the way: you'll all be dead.
• Victory! My theory is broadcasting to everyone in the vicinity, and the villainous Rakt received his comeuppance. Once again, you have my thanks.
• We haven't won yet, Professor. The Arcane Council needs to know what Rakt was doing in their name.
• Agreed. Although, I have the sneaking suspicion some of them already know. We'll see if I'm right.
• Here. You see, Councillor Flax? Everything I said is true! The Arcane Eye have been trying to suppress my theory that the dragons are eating magic.
• My correct theory, I might add. We now have proof that the dragons do consume magic.
• We know, Professor. We've always known. Preparations are being made to exploit your "discovery" for Rata Sum's benefit even as we speak.
• Tower Aetherblade Executioner
• You won't get away with this. We'll tell the world. We'll distribute Gorr's research. We'll—
• You'll make a lot of shrill noise, as always. And as always, no one will listen or care. You're wasting the Council's time. This audience is over.
• Satchel[s] of Magi's Exalted Armor
• Satchel[s] of Soldier's Exalted Armor
• Satchel[s] of Settler's Exalted Armor
• Gladiator
• I need your help, soldier. Tribune Brimstone has ordered me to the crypt, but I'm too torn up to make it.
• What's so important that the Blood Legion tribune is there?
• The ghost of Duke Barradin is far more powerful than we thought. His army just broke through our defenses.
• Rytlock's about to fight him head-on. If he succeeds, it'll be weeks before the ghost reforms and we can rebuild our perimeter.
• On my way.
• Centurion Gracchus Krysknife
• At ease, soldier. Damn shame that the battle at Smokestead nearly wiped out your warband. Without you, Barradin would be stomping our skulls by now.
• Yes, Tribune. I owe my survival to Rytlock Brimstone. He held the line until reinforcements came to take out the duke.
• True. Still, Legionnaire Howl was lost in the fighting, so your warband needs a new leader. Congratulations. You're promoted to legionnaire.
• Thank you, Tribune. I'm ready for duty.
• I have an operation for you. We have intel that the Flame Legion has infiltrated the citadel. Their spies—