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- Our superiors in the Priory have gotten it into their heads that the Grakk paintings hold a clue about the location of an ancient jotun scroll that talks about the Elder Dragons.
- Best of luck in your search. Farewell.
- Maybe it's about the Elder Dragons. Maybe not. I'll know when I find it. The Priory's eager to get their hands on it, no matter what. The dragons have puffed everybody's tails.
- Okay, then. Good luck.
- Can you help me out here?
- No way! I'm on an adventure.
- Hmm, where should I go next?
- West. We get plenty of charr coming through here. Let's send some traffic the other way.
- I could do that.
- How many axes do you have in your collection?
- Thirteen. Fourteen if you include the skritt one, but that's more like a hatchet.
- Thirteen's a solid number. Not bad. I only have nine.
- What about you? How big is your axe collection?
- Don't have one.
- Ah hah! So I have more than you do.
- I collect guns.
- Oh.
- Set a fire, and the grawl will all come running out.
- Did I tell you about the time I sealed their cave with a boulder?
- You tell that story every time you're drunk.
- It's a good story.
- I climbed that mountain alone, in a raging storm, barefoot!
- I did that when I was a kid.
- Those kids! So arrogant! So loud!
- Fills my heart with pride.
- To Eir! She'll break the fang yet.
- I'm not so sure.
- Fair warning: Hoelbrak isn't like other cities.
- Thanks, but I've been here before. I can handle it.
- Okay. But if you need anything, I take bribes.
- How convenient! I'll remember that.
- I found a cave, but it's not on the map you sold me.
- Oh, really?
- Pay me and I'll tell you where it is.
- I don't get it. I give 'em grief, and they give me stories.
- Yeah, they like to talk about themselves.
- You insult 'em, and they just boast more.
- I love seeing the Spirit Halls every day.
- You're right. I'll never leave this place.
- I like going barefoot as much as anyone, but she's gonna lose her toes if she keeps that up.
- A life without hunting? The horror!
- This reminds me of the time when I single-handedly killed a dozen dredge after stumbling into one of their camps.
- Everything reminds you of that.
- I hate the Svanir cultists, but sometimes they make sense.
- Ridiculous. They'll destroy us if we let them.
- I'm fed up. We sit here, making art, draining kegs, and waiting for a hero to break that lousy tooth. Meanwhile, Jormag and his minions squat in what used to be our land—taking what must not be taken.
- From you, nothing. Good-bye.
- Recipe[s]: Satchel of Ravaging Student Armor (Master)
- Icy Dragon Sword
- What would breaking a tooth do?