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• You! I can see from your pallor that your vitality is regularly depleted, am I right? I've got the solution for you! Just a small dose of my krait oil, and you'll be right as rain!
• I keep hearing about the Eternal Alchemy. I'll have to read up on that.
• It's essentially a work-release program that allows me to earn my freedom early. Most prisoners are billeted to fight in the arena, but that doesn't appeal to me...even if I could find a buyer.
• ((1060257))
• I'm starting to understand why you kept this a secret for so long.
• Huntsman's Station
• Quaggan's son wants to be a Lionguard.
• Just one more. Go! Keep up the pressure!
• I'm ready to bet.
• The three orders are at it again, bickering amongst themselves and competing for recruits. They must know something we don't.
• Citizen
• (anguished cry)
• I do!
• What are you doing up here? Why aren't you down in the fight?
• You bet!
• Mist Warrior
• Very good. Mark the papers and send it on its way.
• Interesting. Thanks for your time.
• The orb again. SMASH THEM! HARDER! HARDER!
• Travel
• Consider me fired up. I'll go check it out right away.
• All according to plan. Occupy the area!
• Tell me about Caudecus's estate.
• Keep it up, then.
• ((1060283))
• Citizen
• Possessed Lucretia
• Muggo? Weird little creature. Average runner, but he can increase in size, allowing him to run faster. Been trying to decipher that for the longest time.
• Good-bye.
• Don't make the charr angry.
• Caterer
• Just a few more years, and I can be a guard!
• Farmer
• Knowledge of the unknown.
• Insert the bastion key.
• Your face is funny. All squished an' weird.
• Drive the Aetherblades from the rally location.
• You there! Keep moving! This area isn't safe. Head out of the city. There are camps set up there where you can get food and water.
• Keep up the good work, Captain.
• (laugh)
• Local
• Two—directives: Scarlet—must—be—stopped. I—must—prove—I—am—not—aligned—with—that—criminal.
• Here, let us enter the Hall of Confluence.
• You better. You owe me a drink.
• Um, no.
• Then show me your ale list and we'll toast to the Council.
• A swirling blade comprised of toxic gasses slowly tracks its target. After a short delay or upon striking the target, the blade reverses course at high speed, striking everything in its path. Drops Boiling Aether at the location from which it reversed course.
• ((Calm furry one, what is the problem?))
• Concentrated Haze Pool
• Indeed. I must purchase measuring instruments, preferably asura-made, before we proceed.