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- (sigh)
- Getting more crowded in here every day. Almost stepped on Ambassador Sianna's foot just now.
- Apart from the stench, the hissing, the scraping sounds, and the wriggling, severed heads?
- One moment, solid crystal. The next moment, a raging dragon! Teeth as big as swords! Thought I was a goner.
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- My pleasure. Take care!
- You must be new. Aurene's a total teddy bear. When she's not upset, I mean.
- Okay... So...a chunk of Maguuma is now in Elona. Writing...that...down.
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- Mystic Forge Contract
- I'm going to miss my garden most of all. Is that odd?
- It wasn't little.
- But we had, and have, a job to do.
- This flaming hole in the wall says otherwise.
- Yeah. Thanks.
- Gnashblade Zephyrite Supply Box
- Branded Pod
- Humans, come to me! I will protect you!
- So fix it. I'll be standing over here.
- Commander! Help us get this camp into shape!
- Why don't you go ahead and ask?
- Feels odd, sure, but so does freedom. They fight okay, and that's what I care about.
- As do we. From this day on, the free Awakened are yours to command.
- I'd like to change my bet.
- Me and Braham? Ha, yeah. You could call me Eirsdottir, and I wouldn't blink.
- Great—everyone's setting up. And Aurene's helping turn out Dragonsblood weapons faster than I would've thought possible.
- Irwen
- Where he's been, what he's done, what Melonni was like, is it really true about the corsairs—
- To battle!
- This flaming hole in the wall says otherwise.
- Thanks for handling those inconsequential but extremely disruptive tasks. At last, I can concentrate on our plan of attack. —Gorrik
- Hurt in the Dirt
- A foul and dangerous, er, pet rock is on the...rampage. Please help me.
- Makes you see Awakened differently, doesn't it? They've got decades, even centuries of skill.
- Zommoros, that thing is huge! Why did you make them so big?
- It's no palace, but it'll do.
- (sigh) I've failed him...
- It's hard to know what to believe anymore.
- Swoop
- Far as I can tell, she's in fine form. Beating the troops into passable shape. Chewing out new and old recruits.
- It predates the Sunspears?
- This facility backs up on a mountain range, yes? What if I were to set charges to bring those mountains down on Kralkatorrik?
- Pact Soldier
- What the— Zommoros!
- Well of course jackals would be perfect, they're made of the stuff...
- Zommoros, that thing is huge! Why did you make them so big?
- This flaming hole in the wall says otherwise.
- Lunge
- Stomp
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