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• It's Zhaitan. I figure he's going to destroy the world. My late father left me some money, so I'm going through Tyria while there's still time.
• Then use your time well. Learn to fight. Inspire others that there's still hope.
• Then you'll die alone and cornered like a weak animal.
• How far have you gone?
• Good luck. I'm leaving.
• Yeah. I've been thinking I should. I'm not much of a fighter, though. I heard there are groups that are looking into ways to fight Zhaitan. Maybe I could help them.
• Maybe. Good luck in your travels.
• Oh, yeah? Well, it's better than running straight into suicide.
• Keep telling yourself that.
• I made it through Gendarran Fields. Connected with a caravan the rest of the way to here. I want to see the Black Citadel, but I heard it was dangerous for humans to go there.
• Sons of Svanir? I heard of them. They're crazy. They worship a dragon.
• Let's see if their dragon rescues them from me.
• Bad news for you. I'm heading elsewhere.
• Recipe[s]: Satchel of Cleric's Rascal Armor (Master)
• Defend Crossroads Haven from the Sons of Svanir.
• Sons of Svanir Remaining
• Double-click to learn the Leatherworker recipe for Satchel of Cleric's Noble Armor (Rare)
• Crossroads Haven
• Crossroads Guard
• Welcome to the Crossroads Haven. As long as you don't cause trouble, you're welcome to stay for a while.
• You get a lot of trouble around here?
• I'm looking for work. Got any?
• Champion Phantom
• The Sons of Svanir are attacking! We need to hold the haven. Join us and fight.
• What? Why are they attacking?
• I'm on it.
• We're under attack? I have to go.
• Yes! That's the spirit. Let's show those dragon lovers how we defend our homes.
• Let's do it.
• They take by force what they are too stupid and lazy to build themselves. Filthy, dragon-worshipping weaklings.
• They picked on the wrong haven. Let's fight!
• Sounds bad, but not interested.
• Talk to Aina. She's always looking for materials that can turn into fine, sturdy armor. She made me a piece that stopped an axe from cleaving me in two.
• I'm interested. Where is she?
• Check the south gate.
• The Sons of Svanir have a settlement nearby. You can't imagine worse neighbors. We've fought them off so far, but they won't rest until they take this haven.
• I can take any one of those thugs.
• Ah, I'm jealous of you, friend. If I wasn't bound to keep guarding here, I'd join you on that hunt. You can find their settlement to the north of here. Now, go ruin their day.
• Will do.
• Ha, can you now? We'll see about that. There's some strong ones northeast of here. That should give you a victory worth bragging about.
• The Sons of Svanir are here! We're under attack!
• Show those dragon-loving thugs they chose the wrong side!
• There, a few less dragon lovers stinking up our hills now. It's over.
• Not by a long shot. They're out there, and they'll come again.
• Good. Let them come. They'll never take this haven.
• The Sons are attacking! We must hold the haven!
• Good job. I hope Jormag felt the beating you gave those worshippers.
• Crossroads Haven
• North Gate
• Structural—integrity—failing. Require—assistance—and—validation—of—loyal—effort.