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• I think he'd agree with you.
• Dragonbrand Veteran
• Wild Carrot Plant
• Knowing your reputation for throrough work, Wayfinder, if you've returned to us, that can only mean one thing...
• D-did you feel that?
• Astral Ward Operative Stalkblade
• Tincture of Distilled Convergences
• Aspect of Rage
• Seems I spoke too soon. Thought you were with Poky.
• Harvest
• Malicious Shadow
• Lowland Spear Training
• Harvest
• If you urge your journeykin to rush foward, it can evade oncoming attacks. And its raw force packs quite a wallop! But be careful: you'll tire the poor creature out if you rely on it too frequently.
• Poisons • Cripples
• Investigate
• Would you like to enter party mode?
• Sorry, don't have time now.
• Got it!
• Tell me more about the warclaw's Chain Pull skill.
• Rally around Peitha, Ramses, and Dagda before entering the spire. Players in position: %num1%/5
• You can find him around the Creator's Commons in Rata Sum.
• If you want anything from me, you're going to have to help out around here. Help out the lodge, then come find me.
• ((1118388))
• 19. Converse with the group painting.
• Someone has to look out for whoever comes next.
• Read the mail from Crecia.
• Kryptis Caretaker
• Quiet. They'll come for us next if we don't kill this one.
• It may seem small, but you have done good. You have given an innocent creature a chance at life.
• Harvest
• The King's Nighthunters
• Okay. When I met with Frode back at Moon Camp, he told me to keep an eye out for their missing wizard.
• —Art Department—
• While I was busy helping Zojja and the others in Amnytas, the rest of Tyria didn't slow down. It never does, and it probably never will; we're too stubborn. But some of Eparch's loyalists slipped right past the Astral Ward's defenses and attacked some of the Tyrian cities. Nothing too catastrophic from what I've gathered so far, but the Kryptis didn't go unnoticed like we'd hoped they would. They didn't know what the Kryptis were or what they wanted, but their presence rattled the rest of Tyria enough that action was taken. Or at least, the table was laid. Crecia handed me my official invitation to the Tyrian Alliance. Leaders started talking to other leaders—plans were put into motion. I don't know all the details yet, but it seems to be a pretty admirable cause, if not a little optimistic. After everything we've endured, I guess the world finally decided to grieve together. Elder Dragons be damned; no one's going to let a couple demons take them out. The alliance's first summit is imminent, and even if a part of me is borderline skeptical of what this all means, I guess I'm headed to Lion's Arch to make my own call.
• Not lookin' great, it's not. You heard about the second stranger yet?
• (clears throat) Welcome, Wayfinder. Pardon us, now—the tension here's dense.
• Or who.
• I suspect the stranger's influence, but we should confirm. See if there's anything we can do to help them.
• The Legendary Lyn
• Herald of Aurene Logging Tool
• Good enough, it is.
• Deliver Relic
• Chief Tlatoa
• Use your warclaw's Sniff skill to find the targets.
• Time left to turn in meat: %str1%
• We followed Barbed Vale back to the village, which wasn't too lengthy a march. The warclaw, or "journeykin" as the lowlanders call them, got itself a little spun up as we went. We managed to calm it down just in time to reach the gates of Harvest Den, the lowlander village. Barbed Vale led me to a pen for the journeykin and handed me some concoction to feed it. The creature's demeanor finally calmed enough to let me to stand close. Guess we could all use a touch of food when the mood sours. As the journeykin settled into its pen, another voice interrupted us. Stoic Alder, the Claw of the lowland kodan, looked from Barbed Vale to us and asked our purpose. His introduction was brief, guiding us straight toward the biggest lodge at the heart of the village. Likely that haste was to keep his people calm—or maybe it was to keep his unexpected visitors in line. He guided us inside their assembly hall, right into the thick of their own council meeting. Like ripping a bandage from a fresh wound, he introduced us as the Tyrian Alliance. The rest of the council was skeptical; whatever conversation they'd been in the middle of when we entered was now silent. One of the younger kodan mentioned something about "strangers among lands." When I offered intel on the Kryptis, Stoic Alder shook his head. If I had to guess, whatever they're dealing with is a different threat, and they're not quite ready to share. Whatever that threat may be, I did what I came to do: I offered them a place in the Tyrian Alliance. Allies in a world where friends are critical. The Claw seemed less than enthused; perhaps not hostile, but not especially interested so far. It wasn't the time or place. After conversation died down, he invited us to meet the rest of the village council and get to know the village firsthand. The lowlanders seem to operate under one leader, their Claw, who is themself advised by several heads of established disciplines, or "masters." So far, I've met Graced by Fire, the warclaw or "journeykin" master; Fading Aurora, the healing master; Wry Lichen, the lore master; and Barbed Vale, the spear master. I was also introduced to the Claw's son, Poised Arrow, or "Poky," whose self-assured demeanor almost makes me miss the naïve confidence of youth. His father tasked him with showing us around the village, an experience I'm sure will be as eventful as it is informative.
• Open the door with the Heart of the Obscure.
• Charybda the Cunning