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- Ah.
- Now, as one!
- Much the same, I'm afraid. Mother's slow recovery continues to vex even our best minds. It makes me wonder whether there's something deeper at the root of her illness.
- Let's do this.
- What is it with these things? Haven't left us alone since we sailed in!
- Bow in hand.
- After all that, back behind bars again. Such is my life.
- My light shields me!
- Perform the rite.
- Sampled %num1%/%num2% Dishes
- Shine bright!
- Joko made his people rich, since only the living needed gold. I've been doing charity work in Amnoon, but they needed help here. Gold doesn't solve everything, but it keeps the wheels turning.
- The castaways have stashed collected magic for emergencies. Survivalist supply stashes apply Lucky Shield on you. When your health is low, gain maximum barrier and reduce your healing skill's current cooldown.
- Are they...burying rocks?
- A lasting truce stands.
- Spirits, preserve us.
- I'll free them all right now.
- Help me strike true.
- Through your flesh!
- We'll keep working to stop the Inquest wherever we find them. Their abominable experiments must not continue.
- Welcome, Commander. It is an honor to host you.
- It worked! They'll be forever changed, but at least they got some of their own minds back... Hopefully, their pain is gone.
- Call it.
- Heart Integrity
- Hits the spot.
- A lasting truce stands.
- Let's fight! Somebody. Anybody!
- It's neither here nor there.
- (The words "food motivated???" sprawl across the other page in barely legible handwriting.)
- Illuminate!
- There's nothing to fear!
- Whoa...
- Kestrel Choole
- Last I heard, she went underground. Was stationed at Twinspur Haven when internal affairs caught up to her. Hopefully for us, she got sloppy and left a trail. Head there. See what you find.
- Purging toxins.
- Shade-Touched Short Bow Skin[s]
- Well, now what?
- Cleanse the corruption.
- The supplies? There's 100 pounds of texts for the Priory, 500 pounds of food from Lion's Arch, and 200 gallons of water from Harvest Den.
- Rampaging Titanspawn
- Isgarren, are you there?
- There's nothing to fear!
- Fangs out, blade sharp...
- Burned Note
- I'm hungry!
- Vengeance stirred within her heart...
- I guess I'll have to seek out mortal insight instead.
- Speak to the Astral Ward member to reveal this objective.
- After our previous efforts left us standing outside the locked gates of Bava Nisos, it was clear we needed a new strategy. Something deliberate and well thought out to achieve our goal. What we've gotten is the exact opposite, at least based on Anise's most recent call. Fed up with the pace of our progress, Livia has now decided to barrel straight into Bava Nisos armed with the Scepter of Orr. As her colleague, I'd call her decision both inconsiderate and reckless. As someone aware of the Scepter's fraught past, I'd call it potentially catastrophic. And that's not even getting into the politics of her acting directly in contradiction of the Tyrian Alliance's vote. For now, I will be making my way to the city, hopefully to stop this situation from spiraling into an even greater mess. ***
- A Pact fixed upon the Orrian shore...