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- Do you know anything about the break-in at Bear's shrine in the Great Lodge?
- Who, me? No. Absolutely not. Why would you even suggest such a thing?
- Because the intruder left a note that said, "Snow Leopard was here."
- I got caught sneaking sweets, so the Wolfborn sent me to ask Snow Leopard's forgiveness.
- You came to the right place, cub. We'll teach you to sneak without getting caught.
- Can I help you, old tracker?
- That depends. Do you know the right end of a smithing hammer from the wrong end?
- I know which end to hit you with.
- Hah! Maybe you can help me, after all.
- Have you finished that last order yet, Avaine?
- These things take time. Why are you so impatient?
- We need that armor, and I have more work for you after it's done.
- Sounds like you're busy.
- There's a storm on the horizon, young smith. We have to be prepared to weather it.
- Is it true what they say about Eir?
- Many things are true, moppet, but it's best not to listen to stories told by fools.
- Does that include you?
- Of course not. You can trust every word I say.
- Tell me about the time my father slew the jotun king!
- I've told you that story at least a dozen times this week.
- Tell it!
- Wouldn't you rather hear how your mother won her first minotaur skin?
- I slew a minotaur just a few days ago. It was big. Big as ten dolyaks!
- Perhaps you should be the skaald, and I should be the listener.
- Why are you a coward?
- I'm no such thing! Where did you hear that?
- I hear things. I know people.
- Listen here, girl. I'll have you know it takes great courage to risk one's finances.
- Hah! That sounds like a weak argument to me.
- You're certain this trinket works?
- I wouldn't dare cheat you!
- No, you wouldn't. You don't have the backbone.
- Is this rascal bothering you?
- Rascal? Surely, you don't mean the mighty Emmi, Slayer of Minotaurs?
- Yeah! Who're you calling a rascal? You just watch yourself!
- I stand corrected. Has he told you the tale of the norn who held Borlis Pass against the Modnir?
- No, I haven't heard that one yet.
- That's a dull story. I'll tell it to you later, after I've run out of good ones.
- You're too modest, Father.
- Tell me, tale-spinner. Do you know which race has the greatest weapons?
- I know the charr fight with gears and guns, asura with magic, and humans with bows.
- Yes, but what of the legendary sylvari sword known as Caladbolg, whose blade can split stone? Have you heard of it?
- Ah, Caladbolg. A legend, good smith, to be sure. Nothing more.
- Wasting time with dreams of creating a legendary weapon, Beigarth?
- Wasting? And you call yourself a smith? A well-forged weapon is worth ten times its weight in armor.
- Not if it can't cut through steel.
- And what good is armor without a weapon? Are you just going to stand there and make faces in battle?
- At least with my armor, I'd still be standing.
- You again, old scruff? More furs to sell?
- You'd better believe it. Give me top price this time! No skimping!