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- Be careful out there.
- Use the Heart of the Obscure on the wisp.
- ...desperate to blunt the agony any way they could.
- Let's put that nose of yours to work again. Just in case...
- He can't hurt you anymore. How do you know he's at the Golden Lake?
- Mists Ward
- (grunts)
- Countess?
- I had no hand in that decision.
- How nervous should we be about this Mists Gate?
- There we go.
- Next Artifact: Exalted Hammer
- But Livia trusted him, which meant something. And she was right. (sighs) My fears seem silly now...
- Wayfinder.
- Knew you'd come through.
- Cover your ears, everyone!
- Inquest Attacker's Strength
- Give it up!
- I would expect more remorse in your tone, Overseer.
- Fate? Oh, really now. Fate is the greatest lie of all. A balm for those afraid to control their own destinies.
- Deploy Arrow Cart
- Pieces... My carvings. Wayfinder, bring...my carvings.
- Had to make an entrance, huh?
- Relieved that you made it in one piece. You certainly took the scenic route.
- Freed %num1%/%num2% Bots
- Calm the crabby crabs.
- I pushed boundaries, gained deeper mastery over bloodstone. The Door of Komalie would have held, had I been there.
- Tale. Rouse allies with the legend of Almorra Soulkeeper, granting offensive boons.
- Stance. Grant barrier and light aura to nearby allies, then enter a stance that charges up a burst of light when striking or struck by enemies. The burst of light dazes enemies if fully charged.
- Got something? Let's see where it takes us.
- There's...something in the valley. It's...glowing? I want to get a closer look.
- But you chose this. You're not going to force anyone else to endure it with you.
- Wayfinder... The others... They're only husks. If she wins...claim you, she will!
- The alliance has been up in arms on how to handle the situation. A new layer of complication is not what we needed.
- I've felt it too, Wayfinder. It stains deep this isle. And I've been sensing a vast well of it somewhere north of us.
- Give it up!
- Gods...
- There it is. I should inform Waiting Sorrow.
- Yes, yes, add it to the pile.
- Sure were modest.
- Fascinating.
- What's that ahead?
- (grunts)
- I'll be surveying nearby. Keep me updated.
- Interesting technique. Should be good enough.
- Victims of Manikaz. Apparently, he hid at the Golden Lake as the city fell. I'm on my way now.
- That's inhumane.
- I set out again, this time accompanied by Isgarren, Waiting Sorrow, and Poised Arrow. Despite Isgarren's protection, the spectral agony began to weigh on me and Poky; we had nowhere near the level of agony resistance that the wizards do. But agony's ache was soon replaced by a new concern: whispers. A voice familiar, yet unseen. The hushed echoes haunted us the further we went. And then, just like that, the wisp appeared once again. This time I examined it, although I was still unable to identify it. Waiting Sorrow suggested using the Heart of the Obscure. I was skeptical, to say the least. Sure enough, the heart set things into motion. All at once, we were surrounded by countless mursaat ghosts. We'd triggered a spectral ambush! Waves upon waves of ghosts swarmed us. After we finally felt we'd put a dent in them, the worst of them appeared: Yagon. She seemed to harbor a particular hostility toward Isgarren. Later, he told us that her anger derived from her death during the seer-mursaat war...a death for which Isgarren was responsible. The two kept at each other's throats throughout the fight as we fought off the remaining ambush. Our surprises weren't done just yet. Poky drew our attention back to the wisp, only now it took the form of an old friend: Mabon. What appeared to be a memory of his began to play out. We watched his arrival in Janthir in the aftermath of the titan destruction, his pain and frustration palpable. As the vision came to a close, we eventually broke our shocked silence with the agreement to return to Anise. The revelation hit hard, for Waiting Sorrow especially. It seems Isgarren had known who the voice belonged to. Why did he keep that to himself? Well, speaking from experience, the only thing more haunting than the memories of past enemies are those of past friends.
- I won't hurt you. I—
- Thanks for getting them off me. Give me a moment to start kicking the energy up again.