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• Gods bless you! Can I get you anything? Faren was adamant that we have all of your favorite food and drink.
• That's Faren, all right. Perhaps later, thank you.
• Bandits? Where did they come from?
• Baron, stay here. I'll deal with it.
• Oh, heavens! Bandits? Here? What will we do?
• Stay here, my lady. I'll deal with it.
• Bandits? Here? The nerve! Someone call the Seraph!
• Don't worry, my lord. I'll deal with this.
• You must be a hardy individual to be walking around already. The battle at Shaemoor was horrendous.
• I appreciate your concern. It's good to see you.
• What a grand soiree!
• Indeed. That Faren sure knows how to throw a party.
• He'll do anything if it means getting noticed by the ladies.
• No one is dancing.
• Doesn't matter. We get paid either way.
• It's a shame that no one's dancing.
• Maybe if someone started, everyone else would join in.
• I scrub and scrub, but this stuff just won't come off!
• I know, but keep trying.
• The Hero of Shaemoor! We heard about the centaur attack. Would you tell us more about it?
• It was bad, but together we pulled through it.
• Faren said you fought by Thackeray's side. Is that true?
• Yes, he commanded the defense of the garrison. Together we drove back the centaurs.
• Well. here's a toast to you! It'd be my honor to fight by your side someday.
• Should that time come, I'd be honored to stand by you.
• Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me.
• Faren instructed that I hold my stupendous feats of wonder until you'd arrived. Should I begin my amazing act?
• Yes, by all means, start the show!
• No, I'm not ready quite yet.
• You've done well for yourself. All it takes for a noble to be a hero is a bit of swordplay, a few bottles of cheap brandy, and an inflated sense of self-importance.
• Then you're almost a hero already, my lord. All you lack is the brandy and swordplay.
• So refreshing to be out and festive. Between the centaur trouble, mother's failing health, and...other matters, I do nothing but worry.
• Now that we've lightened your mood, I must be off.
• What a lovely party! Regretfully, I can't stay long. Lord Faren's constant demands for my attention have worn me out.
• What a shame. Thank you for coming.
• Magic and music are fine, but where's the real entertainment? The dog fights? The bear-baiting? A martial victory demands blood sports.
• Not in my home. And if you want to stay, don't mention that again.
• Let's trade.
• Greetings from the puppies. They're growing happily and healthily. I think they miss you. They spent a whole afternoon sniffing around for you after you'd gone. Visit again soon.
  
  Scruffy says, "Woof!"
  
  —Danador
• Danador
• Retreat mode active.
• Do you seek a statue that will make you and others hardy? It will not last forever, but then nothing does.
• Widowmakers Thugs
• Intimidate Widowmaker thugs.
• Windowmakers Thugs
• Defeat the Widowmakers.
• Charting the Dredgehaunt Cliffs
• Welcome to the Salma District—heart of Divinity's Reach! Come with me, and I'll show you the sights.
• The caravan from Lion's Arch is late, and we're having trouble getting meat and milk from the outlying ranches.
• Stockpiling staples was the right call. I know this isn't quite a siege, but I certainly can't depend on the caravans like I used to.