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- This shrine to the Elder Dragon Jormag is carved out of a strange ice that radiates malice and corruption. It is a totem of the Sons of Svanir, who worship Jormag as the ultimate predator.
- Teleport Marked
- Dragon Shrine
- Boot to the Head
- Pull
- Wolf's teeth, %str1%, that was a fantastic Great Hunt! That's one of the best hunts I've ever seen.
- One of the best? Ha, it was the best.
- I didn't see you in the hunt, friend.
- You got that right.
- Ah, hello. Welcome to the best hunting grounds in all of Tyria. Sorry to say that you've just missed witnessing another Great Hunt.
- What's this about a Great Hunt?
- Where am I?
- My loss, I guess. Good-bye.
- I was competing in spirit. I was ready to run up the steps, but Courage Brewery just opened a couple of kegs at the moot. Before I knew it, I was wrestling with my leg, thinking it was Issormir.
- Well, did you win?
- Good thing you weren't armed, friend.
- Ha, you could say so, friend. Even though I lost my favorite axe and my boots caught fire. It's a long story, one that I don't want made into a moot song.
- Slice
- I'd forget that deed, too. Take care.
- Wolf's teeth, you have a point. They'll be pulling chunks of Issormir off the hillside for months.
- Better Issormir than me. Take care, friend.
- Every year, we compete for the right to battle a beast that'll test the skill of our best hunters. This year, one of our own killed the giant wurm Issormir. It was the highlight of the moot.
- What's a moot?
- You're at Horncall Gather. From here, you can explore the valley by heading south or you can visit the great settlement of Hoelbrak by heading up the slope to the west.
- You mentioned something about a Great Hunt?
- Ah, something else you missed, friend. A moot is a celebration the likes of which you've never seen. Drinking, singing, boasting, brawling. It's everything we love, rolled into one open-aired party.
- When's the next one?
- Not my kind of fun.
- Just stick around. We hold a moot for any big occasion, after a harvest, after a great victory in battle, whenever we want to celebrate life with our friends. And you, my friend, are most welcome.
- Can you tell me where I am?
- Have you forgotten about Thorna's victory three years ago? She killed twelve bears single-handedly.
- When a bear is the size of Issormir, then I'll toast to Thorna's valor.
- Spinning Cut
- Recipe[s]: Satchel of Carrion Noble Armor (Rare)
- Dice
- You were amazing at the Great Hunt, %str1%. I hear skaalds are starting to sing of your deeds already. Gaerta Whitebear missed out on one impressive victory.
- What's this about Gaerta Whitebear?
- I'll have to hear those songs one of these days.
- Hello, friend. You look like you've seen the world. Bear's teeth, I'm envious.
- Why? Too afraid to leave your home? Afraid you'll miss your pillow?
- I've seen my share. I expect you will, too.
- She left again, off on one of her wanders. I don't blame her. I love a good moot, but the crowds make me feel like a caged rabbit. Come next nightfall, I'll be traveling myself.
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- May the Spirits watch over you, friend.
- Watch your mouth, or you'll find yourself on the wrong end of a weapon.
- Yeah, yeah. You never answered my question.
- Thanks, friend. Everyone I know has travelled across Tyria. They tell me tales that make me want to see what's beyond the Shiverpeaks. My legend is out there, I know it.
- Talon Killpeace is a wandering merchant who comes to the haven to sell his drinks and explosives. Go east along the road out of the haven. You'll find him along the way.
- Double-click to learn the Leatherworker recipe for Satchel of Cleric's Noble Armor (Master)
- I don't care if a moot gives me a hangover. At least it keeps the dredge and Sons of Svanir out of here for a while.