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• Not possible. Legionnaire Flarekin leads us, and he wants to know what you know about the Citadel's highest ranking officers.
• If that's all you have for me, it's going to be me killing you. Right now.
• Tribune? I have a report. I hunted down one half of my sire's key, but the other half has been stolen. Whoever did it wasn't subtle. The lock was smashed.
• Hm. I bet I know who's responsible. Scrapper 'bands like to sweep that area. Sounds like their work.
• Scrappers? Lowlife scavengers. Do you know how I can find them?
• Not specifically. I'm told that a wave of scrappers from Lamia Mire have moved on to Charrgate Haven. If I were you, I'd look there first.
• But remember, scrappers are the undisciplined dregs of the legions. They won't respect your rank unless you make it worth their while...or force them to.
• The way I see it, your options are to win them over or beat them down. Either way is fine by me. Which do you like better?
• Vallus, you're coming with me. Your treason is bad enough, but we can't let the Separatists have that idol—it's too powerful.
• Burn it all! You're going to get Sesric killed. Back off and let me do this one thing. No magical idol is worth Sesric's life, no matter how powerful.
• Stand down. We tried it your way, and you ran out on us. Don't worry: I won't let them hurt Sesric.
• You don't understand. We have to make the trade! Sesric wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for—
• Bickering charr. How cute. Wouldn't want to interrupt, so we'll just bury you all together. You can bicker in your graves.
• Separatist Commander
• You've been asking for this for a long time, Vallus. Come with me—quietly—or I'll execute your sentence here and now.
• This key will unlock one Black Lion Chest containing random Gem Store merchandise, including some rare items not sold separately. Black Lion Chests can be found randomly on enemies or bought from the trading post.
• I was so close. I'll kill you, Emer! It's your fault he's dead!
• Give me a reason. C'mon.
• Enough. Tribune Brimstone wants Vallus brought to the citadel intact to stand before the tribunal.
• I'll take him. I want to have a long "conversation" with him anyway.
• Not alone, you won't. Warband! You will escort the prisoner and see that he arrives alive. Cut down anyone...ANYONE who interferes with that order.
• You disloyal, pitiful excuse for a warbandmate. You'll fight in the Bane—unarmed, with no healing—and that's that.
• This is wrong. Vallus is still a soldier. He deserves a soldier's death. At least let him defend himself.
• There's no point in appealing to her sense of fair play. She has none.
• How's this, Legionnaire: if you execute Vallus yourself, I'll let him fight back.
• He's my father.
• Take it or leave it. If you care so much about Vallus' dignity, then let's see how far you're willing to go for him.
• It was the Flame Legion. They came to bust out Forktail right after you left. I—I knew you two were in cahoots.
• This is your last warning, jailer: watch how you talk to me. Now, did Forktail resist this breakout, or was he helping them?
• I couldn't tell. They said they were going to kill him if he resisted, and he did...but they just knocked him out and carried him off.
• Why would he let himself be captured, put me on to their plan, and then break out? No, he was being straight with me, and they came to shut him up.
• We need to find him. He mentioned a Flame bunker in the Arcovian Foothills. They may have taken him there.
• Then that's where we'll go. He was your prisoner, so you have a stake in this. Meet me there.
• Wasn't sure you'd make it, but I'm glad you're here. Listen to that: they've been chanting since I got here. Makes my skin crawl.
• The recruiter mentioned a ritual. We'd better get in there and break it up.
• And recover my prisoner. No one's ever escaped my stockade. I know he's your sire, but Forktail belongs in one of my cells.
• Tribune Brimstone wants him alive, you want him alive, I want him alive. Let's go get him...alive. Anyone else in there is fair game.
• Finally back with your Flame Legion friends, eh, Forktail? It's like I always say: once a traitor, always a traitor.
• I'm a prisoner here, Seneca. You idiot. They were going to use me as fodder for their ritual.
• What ritual? What does it do?
• Not here. Get me out of this place, and I'll tell you everything.
• He deserves a burial befitting a hero. Will you take him home to Divinity's Reach?
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• We're clear. Now tell me about this ritual they're planning.
• It causes magical fire to burn you from the inside out. It turns flesh-and-blood creatures—like me—into elementals that then fuel a huge flame effigy.
• The shaman plans to conduct the ritual inside the citadel, in the Core. He wants to burn all the tribunes and Imperator Smodur.
• I know where they're preparing the ritual. If you give me a chance to make up for my past mistakes, we can stop this before it starts.
• He can't be trusted. We need to go back to the citadel and warn everyone. We can handle the Flame Legion. This piece of trash belongs behind bars.
• Hold on. Give me a minute to think.
• Look here, Braugit. A citadel officer come to rub elbows with us scrappers. Should I bow? Ha!