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- Let's go.
- Whoo, I'm having an off day. I'm already dizzy. You win!
- Six! I think ya bit off more'n you c'n chew. Ya got nothin'. Next three. Go!
- Yer done! I c'n drink this dolyak spit all night long.
- Ouaghh, this ale tastes like it was fermented in your boot.
- I asked 'er, I said, didja wanna see my firs' scar? Wait, wha'was 'er name?
- Whut? Muy tongue isth numb.
- Hey, uugghhhh. Yeah, you. Th' middle one. Yeah, I like you. You c'n dr'nk like a champ. I...need ta...uughhh.
- Yeah...I think I won that. Ugh.
- Read Marker
- Cairn
- In memory of Stokkr. May Wolf grant you a favored place in his pack.
- Double-click to learn the Armorsmith recipe for Box of Simple Mighty Chain Armor
- Headstone
- For Gyda Oddsdottir. Your body was lost in the crypts below Divinity's Reach, but your spirit fights on in the Mists.
- Colben, my brother, I leave you my horn until the day when I find you again in the Mists.
- Sweet Fluffi, mama and papa said we had to bury you. We miss you.
- Tear up that big metal monster. Then, Scarlet's ours!
- The human Bertrind Killian lies here. Killed for stealing a dolyak.
- An unknown charr warrior lies here. Arrived in Hoelbrak mortally wounded.
- Alys Finegrove. Teacher, friend, human. You died in Hoelbrak, but your spirit lives on.
- Crucis Heartbellow, brave warrior of the Vigil. Your sacrifice will live on in our songs and legends.
- Here sleeps a beloved wolf named Alistair, a faithful and loyal companion.
- Nathaniel Reynolds, hero. Not of the norn, but one in spirit.
- Jett Stillman, trader and merchant. Bad with directions. Fell off of the Trade Commons.
- The Eternal Alchemy has transfigured me at last. — Droxx
- Here lies Faernach of the sylvari—his Dream at an end.
- Amia Vorstin, my daughter. We are far from home, but you are always close in my heart.
- Peeta, gate engineer, who left Rata Sum and found a home in the Shiverpeaks. None can replace her.
- Bale Warbringer. Took many icebrood with him. Remember his name and cheer it.
- Jon Michalan, wayfarer. Buried by avalanche.
- Here lies Lily Prescott, beloved wife and mother. 1295—1322
- In memory of Harmon Dotmiller, Krytan diplomat and scholar. Rejoined the Six Gods in 1317.
- You look like the wrestling type. Come on, challenge me.
- Not enough excitement in your life, old-timer?
- No offense, but I'd probably hurt you.
- Nobody'll wrestle me anymore, but I tell you I'm the best. I'm as strong as Bear and as fast as Snow Leopard!
- I believe you, but—
- Come on, afraid of an elder? Where's your vigor? Your spirit? Bah, get out of here!
- Good luck finding a worthy challenger.
- Hey, have you heard? Hoelbrak is safer than ever, Skarti has too much to do, and my father thinks a Spirits-promised hero will smash the tooth any day now.
- Can you tell me more about Orr and the mirror?
- I have to be going, actually.
- It's a foul place, and the mirror is a dangerous artifact...but we may need it someday.
- Is that sarcasm I'm hearing? Or disappointment?
- What about the Sons of Svanir?
- What will happen to the mirror now?
- A bit of both, I suppose. Lately it feels like we've become a stagnant pool—just waiting, waiting, and more waiting.
- Have you spoken these feelings to anyone else?
- They're minor trouble. I worry more about the Elder Dragon they worship. It has incredible power.