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- Ah, you'll get your knuckles bloody. You got some folks who won't wait until I get to the inn to have a drink. Sometimes the Sons of Svanir run in and try to steal my kegs.
- I'm ready to go.
- Why would the Sons of Svanir do that?
- Bah, why do they do anything? They're hooligans and punks who worship the ice dragon Jormag. They'd rather bully me than pay for a drink with honest money.
- Let's go. I'll deal with any trouble.
- I'll come back when I'm ready.
- Good. Let's get moving. It's not far, but those kegs are heavy.
- Got it. Lead the way.
- There's an inn up north that needs more mead. I've loaded up my dolyak with kegs, but I could use a hand. The route's dangerous. Could be a lot of fun.
- Danger? Count me in.
- Supplies are used to build siege weapons, repair walls and gates, or upgrade locations.
- Hey, I'll be heading down to the lodge in a little while. I could use a hand with the mead delivery.
- Keep your eyes open for any trouble. My dolyak is trained to carry loads, not to fight.
- Will do.
- Hey, beautiful. How about joining me at the lodge for a drink?
- I think I'll pass, thank you.
- Your loss.
- Can you believe we're out of mead? Edenvar said we had two kegs left...about two kegs ago, I think. We should be getting more soon.
- No mead? What is the world coming to?
- Pace yourself. You'll drown at this rate.
- It's a disaster unheralded in the history of...drinking!
- Hang in there. Just a little while longer.
- Give us something to drink, man!
- Come to the inn and buy it like everyone else.
- Jormag doesn't buy what he wants. He takes it by force!
- Bear's fur, what a thirsty bunch. It seems like I'm constantly running back and forth making deliveries.
- Yeah, but at least you'll never be out of work.
- Erinn
- Engineer Trainer
- Ah, more mead. That ought to shut up Uwe for a while.
- Recipe[s]: Satchel of Valkyrie Prowler Armor
- Kill the dredge Commissar overseeing the mine.
- Commissar Szeged
- +15 vitality. +1%% boon duration.
- I'm hearing rumblings in the mines. The dredge are riled up again.
- Must be a new commissar down there stirring up trouble.
- Their trouble will become our trouble unless someone silences that commissar.
- I'll need a lot more ale before I go back into the mines again. Find someone else.
- Comrade! Raise the spirits of the workers! Sing of our triumph! Sing of our glory!
- Yes, Comrade Commissar!
- ♪Stand up, all victims of oppression♪
- ♪Grab a hammer or a sledge.♪
- ♪We dig to serve the great collective♪
- ♪For you are nothing if you're not dredge!♪
- ♪Outsiders never will enslave us♪
- ♪We shall make their empires fall.♪
- ♪Our people will always rise triumphant♪
- ♪And Tyria will hear our victory call!♪
- ♪So rise up, my comrades♪
- ♪Because the struggle carries on.♪