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• The Arcane Eye reports that he was killed in a tragic lab accident while recovering his notes.
• The Priory plans to outsmart the Arcane Eye and access Gorr's lab. Their security detail must have a flaw, and we're the ones to identify and exploit it. Are you with me?
• Yes. Let's get started.
• Defeat Scarlet's Prime Hologram on top of the Breachmaker.
• Enter the Breachmaker's central command, and end Scarlet.
• How did the Durmand Priory recover this idol?
• Are you up for some intrigue, Whispers-style? Access Flax's office, forge the documents we need, and breeze past the Arcane Eye sentries into Gorr's lab. What do you say?
• Report Back to Captain Magnus.
• Drain Tank
• Tank Console
• Forge Documents
• Overload
• Experimental Console
• I'm doing it! Can't you lay off for even a second? How can I get my work done if I'm defending myself from you all the time?
• Relax. It's clear you're overworked, so I'm here to relieve you.
• I'll come back when you're calmer.
• How can you relieve me if you're not even on the staff here? Filka will take one look at you and start kicking until everybody's dead.
• Give me your uniform. I may not be as pretty as you, but I can fake it.
• I offered to start my shift early and cover for you. If you don't want that...
• You're tired and cranky, and that makes you sloppy. Give me your uniform and clear out before I tell Filka how close you are to fouling up this whole operation.
• Sorry to bother you.
• So Filka can trace this back to me? Nothing doing. Here, take this spare outfit. Put it on, and keep your head down. I'm going to catch a nap in the heat exchangers. It's safer in there.
• Some assistance, please?
• I do, but I just don't want to...oh, glitch it. Here. Take this spare uniform. I'm going to take an extended break and look for a new job.
• Good luck with that. Leave everything else to me.
• Don't do that! Here, take this spare. I'm gone. And if we're lucky, Filka will never notice you're not me. But if she does, it's your problem.
• I can handle it.
• Work, you feebs, or I'll toss you all into a pot and make a huge batch of simp stew.
• That's Flax's lab manager. A real pushover, right?
• You there! Did you forget what my boot feels like on your neck? Because I can remind you!
• Yep, a real pushover. We're going to need something flashy to make her leave her post.
• Wake up, you lazy slobs! Quit shirk'n and get work'n! Right now!
• She's starting to crack. One more thump and she'll shatter.
• Uh, chief? I think we have a serious problem here.
• That does it. Step aside, troglodytes! I'll handle this myself.
• What does this idol do?
• What should I expect from the Risen on the beach?
• It is an idol of Balthazar, the human god of blood and butt-kicking. Therefore, it is imbued with...well, all that sort of thing.
• I'm unrepentant.
• Why are you talking to me? There's work to do. Get back to your post, or I'll knot your ears together and hang you from the ceiling like a decorative lamp.
• Right away, chief.
• See? That's how we do it. Flax's lab is in chaos, Filka's on the verge of a rage-induced seizure, and no one will even notice the materials we stole. Total success.
• You're a little too happy about Filka's pain.
• I have to agree: so far, so good.
• I just don't like bullies—but I do like making them look foolish. Nothing beats toppling someone who likes pushing other people around and not giving them a chance to push back.
• I like your style.
• Now would be a good time to ask any questions. Once our business is underway, Batanga's Intrigue 101 class will no longer be in session.
• Good. I do have a few questions.
• I'm ready now. Let's go.
• Two.