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- Surrender! Let nightmare take your spirit, and I may let you live.
- I'm not bothered by the cold, and I've never been one to stay inside.
- I want to know something else.
- I record the findings of other members into the Priory annals. Occasionally, I archive entire journals.
- I see. Thank you.
- The Modniir centaurs here in Snowden Drifts are ruffians. They prey on the Priory and travelers for supplies.
- The centaurs keep the supplies they steal east of here at Darkhoof Heights. Destroying their caches would set them back.
- (snoring) Hrmff...unhand my axe...I won't ask you again, unhand my...
- Shouldn't you be out patrolling?
- I know better than to disturb a sleeping norn.
- (snort) Harpies!...harpies!...she-beasts...
- Maybe your friends would feel safer with you awake for guard duty.
- (snore) Minotaurs...everywhere...
- Sounds like you've already got your hands full.
- While the Modniir centaurs to the east raid us for supplies, that oaf upstairs spends more time sleeping than patrolling. The frequent sound of beating hooves is quite irritating.
- Complete the personal story step "An Apple a Day."
- Drive it right back into its den...
- Bink wandered out of here awhile ago, muttering that she'd take care of the centaur problem. Unfortunately, knowing her as I do, she's likely in over her head.
- You're not welcome here!
- Where can I find Bink?
- Judging by past instances, you'll find her "lying in wait" in some bushes off the road near the base of Darkhoof Heights. It's just east of here.
- Leg Mods
- Why, I'm Urro. Urro the Great? Of the Durmand Priory? No? I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I'm the greatest historian in the world today...or yesterday.
- What do you do for the Priory?
- I must say, I'm still nonplussed by your ignorance of my work. Everyone knows that I, Urro the Great, take the works of our scribe, Syllia, and preserve them for all eternity.
- For all eternity? Really?
- Yes, of course for eternity. What good is perserving something for less than eternity? If something can be lost to wear or decomposition, then it may as well be destroyed today.
- An...interesting philosphy. Thanks for your time.
- Welcome to Snowden Drifts, home of all things cold and frozen.
- What can I do to help the Seraph here?
- Thank you.
- If you'll forgive a little false modesty, I don't see how anyone could be as great as I say I am.
- Only losers need to boast. I'm so great, I don't have to boast about just how great I am.
- We're facing a battle on two fronts. Centaurs are coming from the north, and Sons of Svanir from the south. Assistance at either front would be appreciated.
- Rocket Boots
- Our caravans from Gendarran Fields are having trouble with Sons of Svanir attacks. Ensuring their safety would be a great help.
- I prefer to think of my greatness not as an honor for me, but as an inspiration for anyone not me.
- Occassionally, wounded soldiers are sent here to recoup, but none of us are healers. If you can, try to mend them.
- Complete the personal story step "Mightier than the Sword."
- The Sons of Svanir have been pushing out to the south of us. Tear down their territory markers and get rid of them, if you would.
- You'll have to ask them yourself. Good-bye.
- Foo! Quaggan has traveled far. Danger attacked quaggan's home and forced quaggan to leave. Now quaggan is looking for a new home with other quaggan.
- Danger? What danger?
- Good luck, quaggan.
- Far to the north, evil hurt quaggan. Now searching for new home. Water's up ahead, quaggan can tell. Quaggan is heading there.
- Stay safe, quaggan.
- One learns to fight very young as a norn. It is a skill necessary for survival. Patience is something that is left to the individual to master.
- You lack patience?
- I am not proud of my weakness, but it is something I strive to overcome. I will master it like I mastered my blade. And then my enemies will tremble.
- The city could not contain my wild spirit, so I sought a place to test myself without the crowd.