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• Good for cleaning those nooks and crannies.
• Are you sure? Once you make your decision, you can't take it back.
• I have a lot to tell you both, my lady.
• Our clever friend has returned! Captain Thackeray and I are looking forward to your report.
• You do? How did you make up your mind?
• I know how it felt for you to make that decision. Sometimes, the path of a hero isn't a clear as we'd like it to be.
• I wish Quinn would come, but he has to make his own decisions.
• A pity that Quinn didn't listen to you. We think we know someone, and then they disappoint us. Do be careful at Grenth's Spoke, pet. You're far too valuable to lose.
• Quinn's been my friend since childhood. On the streets, one good friend's worth a thousand indifferent connections. It's how I was raised—we rely on each other.
• A difficult choice: your friend or the people of Divinity's Reach. Friendship or duty? I don't envy your having to make that decision. I hope Quinn is grateful.
• Bandit gang member
• Orphanage
• Was there something you needed? Something official?
• Return to %str3%. (Warning: Your story here is not yet finished. All progress will be abandoned if you leave the area.)
• Hospital
• Bandit Ringleader
• It's the Seraph! Finish the job. Torch the place!
• Bandit
• Look at 'em run, like vermin. Scurry, scurry, little rat.
• 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.
• War can't last forever.
• Seraph! Officer! My son is missing!
• Slow down, ma'am. What's the problem?
• I gave him carnival money this morning. He hasn't returned!
• I'll need a full description. What was he wearing? How old is he?
• (sobbing)
• I'm sorry. Please come in. I'll tell you what you need to know.
• What's the trouble, Officer?
• We need to talk about your pigs.
• Pigs? No swine in my house. Unless you count my brother.
• Let's cut the act. I can hear them. More importantly, I can smell them.
• Visit the butcher if you have to.
• (sigh) Sorry, Mr. Oinks. That's life in the big city.
• I planted those seeds this morning.
• Oh, good. And you asked Melandru to watch over them?
• Of course! We can't cook with rotten fruit, can we?
• Hi there. How're you doing?
• Good. You?
• Fine, thanks!
• The door is barred shut!
• Then we'll bash it down!
• Lt. Francis? What's the situation here?
• We got all the people out, sir, but so far we haven't found any—
• I hope so. Keep searching. In the meantime, I'll check on the orphanage.
• So far we haven't found anything unusual, but we're still looking. I think we got here before the arsonists.
• Somebody with a larger plan. These fires are part of a well-orchestrated campaign.
• By the gods, who could do such a thing? These soldiers were wounded in the line of duty. Who would burn them in their beds?
• Yes, and I'll find out who it was.