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• Not murder—justice. My father is trying redeem himself. Too bad you'll never get that chance. Let's end this!
• Shaman Mergath Flarekin
• At last. I hope this redeems me. But now you'd better take me back to the stockade before Seneca locks us both up.
• Help! It's too powerful!
• I have a better idea: come to Hero's Canton with me. I'll vouch for you to Tribune Brimstone. After he knows what we did, maybe he'll pardon you.
• Don't throw away your future. You could wind up branded a Flame Legion sympathizer—or a traitor, like me.
• I trust Rytlock to hear us out before he decides. What do you have to lose?
• Fine. I'll return to the Citadel and wait for your word, and...thank you. For everything.
• I've been looking forward to your report, Legionnaire. How did it go with the scrappers? Did you beat some sense into them?
• Absolutely, sir. I've got both halves of the key, and I'm ready to claim my legacy.
• Good. I wonder what Argus thought was so important. And I've been cooped up in this office too long. Mind if I join you?
• I'd be honored, Tribune Brimstone.
• Excellent. I'll meet you out at the ruins—and call me Rytlock, soldier.
• Sam! No! Not you, Sam. Not you!
• Reflection Stone
• I've been looking forward to your report, Legionnaire. How did it go with the scrappers?
• We struck a bargain. I helped them, and now I've got both halves of the key. I'm ready to claim my legacy.
• Good. I wonder what Argus thought was so important. And I've been cooped up in this office too long. Mind if I join you?
• I'd be honored, Tribune Brimstone.
• Excellent. I'll meet you out at the ruins—and call me Rytlock, soldier.
• I'll ask you about it later.
• I need a moment. I'll be back later.
• Burn me! I don't see any treasure. Maybe someone looted it already. Tell me we didn't come all this way for nothing.
• We're not done yet. This is only part of Grendich Courthouse. There's also a reservoir that runs beneath the lower levels.
• Sounds like the perfect place to hide valuables. Let's find a way into those lower passages.
• Altar of Betrayal
• Well, Legionnaire. Ready to claim your inheritance?
• You know it, sir...Rytlock.
• Let's go get it, then. But we need to clear out the ghosts first—they won't let us by without a fight.
• I'm looking forward to it. I haven't had a good fight in...well, too long.
• Then let's get started.
• At last. The treasure. We did it, Rytlock!
• Now I understand why Argus's warband couldn't split the prize! This is a Diessa Chalice, an old Ascalonian treasure. It may even be the last of them.
• How do you know that? You don't look like a student of human culture.
• Know your enemy, soldier. Besides, I've had to sit through more than a few human god-rants. Dwayna this, Grenth that. Meh.
• I hear you. Thanks again for helping me find my sire's legacy.
• You're welcome. It felt good to get out again. I'm starting to think I wasn't meant for office work.
• Enjoy the chalice, soldier. You earned it. Just be ready to answer when I call. The next time I go out for some fresh air, I'll want you with me.
• That's far enough. The courthouse is under my protection. No charr leaves here alive!
• I was hoping someone would say that. C'mere, foggy, I've got a history lesson for you!
• And since you ghosts are such slow learners, we're going to keep teaching it to you until it sticks.
• Stefan Baruch
• I knew I couldn't trust you. Just like your father, you only follow orders if you feel like it.
• Vallus stuck by his warband and tried to do right by them. That's all I'm doing.
• You've always put the letter of the law before the well-being of your own soldiers, Emer. Sesric deserves better. So do I.
• Not true. You bargained with Separatists in violation of High Legion standing orders, and mine! You deserve nothing but execution.
• I'm setting Vallus free, Emer. Your choices are to help or get out of the way.
• Or I could kill both of you. Duty and the law demand it...and unlike you, I'm always true to my duty.
• I'll hunt you to the ends of the world!
• All you have to do is let me step through that gate, and you'll never see me again. No one would even know.