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• No, not really. It's because you can launch anything. Logs, garbage, large animals, large animals on fire. Anything.
• Quaggan often wonders, what are the stars made from?
• Those are future quaggans, waiting to be born.
• Coo! Really?
• That's what quaggan's father said.
• My research seems to be heading into a forbidden area.
• You must follow the trail where it leads. You never know where the answer may lie.
• I agree. We don't have the luxury to be squeamish, but I wonder if this is a matter for the Archons.
• If your prey can turn on us all, then you should proceed carefully.
• Gixx wants a current assessment of our defenses.
• Didn't we perform a full diagnostic just last week?
• He wants us to run it again. Something must be up. He seemed agitated.
• More than usual? I mean, of course. We should proceed immediately.
• So, you're on your way to the Priory, then?
• We are.
• Interesting.
• Jetsam Pirate
• Jetsam Pirate
• How many quaggans does it take to light a lantern?
• I give up.
• Depends on how much blubber you need!
• Do you have time for a tricky translation?
• I'm in between assignments. What do you have for me?
• A recently unearthed account of the battle against the Great Destroyer.
• Intriguing. That might contain a wealth of knowledge. What's the problem?
• It appears to be a mishmash of dwarven and old Ascalonian.
• I worry that my work here has more theoretical than practical applications.
• It's a dilemma. We need practical answers now more than ever. What are you working on?
• Oh, uh, I'm researching the maximum air-speed velocity of natural, spherical objects. Heh.
• Ah, well. Good luck with that.
• Heard the windmill groaning last night.
• Yeah, the gears need some grease.
• Well?
• Well, we're out of grease.
• Hunting and cooking aren't all that different. I often brave the wilds to hunt rare herbs.
• Feh. Where's the danger in picking flowers? A true hunt is a life or death struggle.
• Try serving bland, soupy eggs to a norn hunter. That's real danger.
• I still remember my first griffon-egg omelet.
• It tasted that good?
• Terrible. I set fire to a nest by accident and fried the eggs in with the twigs and dirt.
• I've improved my cooking skills since then.
• Siegemaster
• The spirits do not always show their favor to Mordd.
• Even when they do, I don't think he know's what he's doing.
• I'll drink to that.
• Your opinion of what I wear matters less to me than what I scrape from the bottom of my boots.
• Hey, that doesn't sound too bad. I've scraped some pretty useful stuff—
• Don't.
• Stuffy, dusty books have their place, but this is where history is made.
• We don't actually make the history, but I get your point.