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• If you die, you will skip the downed state and go directly to being defeated.
• Set up in the desert near the Tomb of the Primeval Kings. I'll meet you there after I pay our ghostly friends a visit.
• My apologies. I didn't realize you wished to be alone.
• Really? That's huge!
• It captures my menace, don't you think? And my unshakable brio.
• I've got to help out a friend, so I might be a bit late, but...of course. Wouldn't miss it.
• That looks like what Gorrik was hoping for.
• Faren, since you're here, the same goes for you and your recruits. Think you're up to protecting our supply lines?
• Labyrinthine Cliffs Griffon Expert: Silver
• Left Arm
• Retrieve the third treasure
• Sell
• Braham, keep 'em off us, would you?
• Deterrence, maybe? Think it's fair to say Joko's been anticipating this.
• Conjures Tar to Slow Foes
• I've seen the scarabs. And the corpses. And the AWAKENED corpses. We're going to war to try and stop him.
• ...
• Lightning Attacks • Stuns
• While I rarely leave the confines of my domain, I possess the finest and most robust collection of trinkets from around the world. Adventurers travel across Tyria, finding items of all sorts from locations multifarious, and toss them into my forge in the hopes of receiving something better in return. Most of the time, the skritt handle the method of compensation. I have to imagine that's working out just fine, considering I've yet to receive any complaints that I've read. Still, I admit that this system is not entirely perfect. For example, the wizard Isgarren came to my forge long ago seeking special compounds that I imagine were used for some magical purpose or another. I heard of this after the fact, and was most curious what one of his stature might want to get out of my collection! But upon closer investigation, I realized with a hint of despair that there was no record of what exactly Isgarren tossed into my forge, nor what he received in return, as the skritt are rather poor at maintaining proper documentation. Also, their handwriting is quite terrible. This has resulted in a much more robust plan to eventually implement a system that will record all of the items entering and exiting the forge. We've yet to put the plan into action, of course, as I like to give myself lots of time to stew over new ideas for the Mystic Forge operation before putting them in place. It's been a while, admittedly, but great ideas take time to perfect, and I have a lot of great ideas. I maintain hope that someday that curious wizard will return with need of my services. Should the situation arise, I plan to inquire at length about the nature of his work and just where he has been all this time. But, until then, all I can do is have Miyani keep an ear to the ground. It has been a very long time since Isgarren has been seen or heard from, so I have my concerns.
• I've got to help out a friend, so I might be a little late, but...of course. Wouldn't miss it.
• Is that...me?
• Nothing is ever easy, is it?
• Found %num1%/%num2% Children's Books
• The fate of two continents hangs in the balance. Are you with me?
• That's my line.
• The Best Offense
• Destroy the southeast Awakened Inquest control pylon.
• So many questions. Not even sure where to start.
• Lot of Awakened. Got a small squad coming my way.
• Whole area's crawling with Awakened.
• Zaeim, command your Sunspears from the main camp. Send them scouting north to protect our flank.
• Sorry to hear that. Heard you had an argument with someone just before the scarabs came. Everything all right?
• Ah—it's all an illusion! The signet ring dispels it.
• Area's clear. We can set up our base.
• Understood. But the people here need to harvest their crops; some of them haven't eaten for days.
• Scarab larvae don't just appear overnight. Someone must have planted those eggs here.
• Choya
• Okay, everyone, listen up. If you're human, stay behind the bramble walls. Your role is support only.
• So many secrets! HOW MANY SECRETS?
• Got an outpost here. Checking it out.
• Okay. Well, I and your arm will start scouting the area.
• We ARE a we, Braham. Like it or not.
• I'll get the word out. You might pay the Primeval Dynasty another visit. They've experienced the plague first hand.
• Ixnay on the arabscay!
• Doctor Tasin? I heard you disappeared.
• Aurene...? Thank goodness! Can you—?
• Hm. Well, good luck on that.
• All right, let's take back the cauldron.
• Area's clear. We can set up our base.
• She's still Aurene.