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• Maybe later.
• Listen to Canach's thoughts about Castora.
• Complete %num2% Visions of Eternity: Act 2 achievements.
• Tari
• Enhancement
• Utility Station: Double-click to set out a model of the towers of Lion's Arch, which allows players in the area to sharpen their weapons. Station stays active for five minutes. Only usable in WvW.
• Let's talk about the fractal incursion.
• Residual Seer Shield
• Stay on point.
• Assist Paxx with mixing drinks and serving them to parched customers.
• Remnant of the Rabbit
• I'm dead serious. The only bad part of the whole vision was I had a terrible sunburn...
• Corrupted Ice Crystals
• Starlit Weald Ley Line Adventure: Gold
• I'm exploring. What are you doing out here?
• Is anyone looking into those really big flowers?
• I see.
• Looks like the servers are busy right now...
• Synergetics Rifle Skin[s]
• Let's talk about the fractal incursions.
• Show me the achievement.
• Let's talk about the fractal incursions.
• Help to corral them before they break out.
• I have another question.
• (The text on this tablet is heavily damaged. Only a small segment is legible.) ...beg of you, do not perform the rite. You are not ready, and it will still await you in the future. Please, reconsider this path, before... (The rest of the tablet is missing.)
• Found %num1%/%num2% of Drugga's Audio Logs
• Leaving Area
• Keep your head up. Someday it won't be all new disasters. I hope.
• Thanks for sharing your story. Will we meet again?
• Normally, our troubleshooter team keeps things in line. This time, we need more manpower, and that's where you and this promotional effort come in! Cleared fractals are stable fractals.
• Unlocked %num1%/%num2% Synergetics Weapon Skins
• Earned a Bronze Medal
• Bear Trap
• Now that you're prepared to move at a moment's notice, it's time to bring down some calamities. These threats may not be straight from the fractals, but stabilizing their areas starts with them.
• Prototype Bloodstones
• You are taking an unauthorized break and your supervisor comes by to check on you. What do you do?
• As I linger on these shores, I wonder... How many of my kind will see their dreams to fruition? How many fledglings are doomed to wilt before their dreams are realized? Standing here now, I pity those that will never fulfill their own. How I once thought I would never see mine complete, or even understand what it meant... In my dream I was walking, barefoot, across an empty, ethereal beach. The air made me feel alive in a way that I would soon yearn for after waking. As I moved my hands across the foliage and through the sands, my fingers tingled with power... I can hardly explain the feeling and still sound sensible. I felt greeted by an unknowable force. Eventually, strange murmurs beckoned me inland, and I walked until I was beneath a thick forest canopy. In this forest, magic clung to the air. It was everywhere! And it was somehow more primal than anything I would come to know in the Grove or Caledon. While my own existence had only just begun, or was beginning, I somehow I knew that I was young and that this place was very old. I followed the old magic and the whispers, and I walked, and walked, and walked, for what felt like days, until I finally reached that place. A sacred ground, where all the magic on this strange island culminated. And then I opened my eyes for the first time, and everything around me was duller in comparison. I was born hungry, but disappointed. I looked across the ocean and knew that the land I stood on was not the place that I witnessed in my dream. It was like there was a string tied to that beach, and that string spooled across the ocean and connected to my chest. I could always feel it, but its pull was very faint. I knew it was real and that it breathed, but I also knew it was very far away. With every tug I felt, yearning burned brighter in my core. It wasn't until long that I found others who'd experienced the same Dream of Dreams. We all felt that ache pulling us toward the ocean, under the canopy, and to that place. Unfulfilled by "home" in the Grove, with Mother's blessing we decided to venture to Lion's Arch to see if we could find a ship. Unfortunately our kin were so fresh to the world that most feared allowing us aboard. The ship captain's cited bad luck, or worries of Zhaitan's corrosive blight. So...I became a captain myself. Captain Bidelia. Years of bartering for a vessel, learning to sail, and building out our crew... We found a few more daring souls that weren't afraid of the Elder Dragon's hold over the seas, and we set sail at last. That pull my brothers and sisters and I all felt grew louder and stronger as we pushed against the tides. Our excitement blossomed. The impossible felt possible, at last... That is, until the storms. And then we reached the fog. And then we struck that damned rock. And so many dreams were suddenly unfulfilled... What few of us survived clung to the scraps of our ship, with no perception that we'd survive the hour. We clung to each other as the sun set and thick, cold air rippled over the ocean. But when I woke, what I felt... We made it. We're here. Stuck, but nonetheless...here.
• Spike Trap
• Successfully complete the "Survive the trap room" event without getting hit by a single defense orb.
• Sorry to hear that. Maybe you need to rest.
• You're the expert. Where should I focus first?
• Help Daxx serve fine cuisine to hungry patrons.
• All right. Please show me the achievements.
• Azzo, I am overseeing a several-days-long enchantment at the forge, so this dictated letter will have to suffice instead of a private conversation. You inquired if I planned to extend an invitation to any mursaat after receiving my short list for the summit. Allow me to clarify. My opposition would see my omission as a pointed slight, an ungenerous and divisive error in these auspicious times, as great scaled beasts and their ilk rise from Tyria's berth and threaten the stability of our people and others. I have only ever motioned for caution and restraint regarding the mursaat. I am not without empathy; their tether to Nayos was severed and destroyed, stranding them on a strange and harsh world. You may recall that I approved several of their brightest and most illuminated minds to study at the conservatories in Stellis Quor under our finest crafters and arcane practitioners. In the same era, they constructed Apavim—with some guidance and support—and were permitted to send emissaries to our more public-facing symposiums to participate in discussion. Simply put, they have made great strides in their relatively short time here. However, they remain ever demanding, even as these ancient dragons stir fresh anxieties for all. They have yet to contribute, to make good on our investments. Now they poke and prod at the Forgotten for favors as we retract our open hands just a little. I find it rather telling, or at least, distasteful on their part. So, no. For now, the mursaat will not receive an invite to one of our most sacred outposts. Perhaps one day my opinion may change. Despite what Isgarren might suggest, I am not immutable. —Doyen Sidony
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• Thanks, but I need to go.
• Does the Consortium know anything about the Mist Stranger?
• Soundtrack Single[s]—Path of Fire