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- We sure showed 'em didn't we? If this keeps up, I may need a grand sobriquet of my own. "The Champion of Shaemoor?" "The Gallant of Shaemoor?"
- "The Mouth of Shaemoor?" But seriously, my sincere thanks for all of your help.
- Congratulations. I'm glad this is over, but now I have to start thinking about my future. Know of any opportunities for a Ministry Guard who got booted for trying to do the right thing?
- I do. Check in with Captain Thackeray. There may be a place for you in the Seraph.
- Glad to see that traitor get what he deserves. Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do next. Know of any jobs for a former Ministry Guard?
- There might be a place for you in the Seraph. Tell Captain Thackeray I'll vouch for you.
- It is over.
- It is done!
- If you need backup, I'm your man. I'd rough up a crooked noble on general principle, but with Zamon it's personal. He seriously needs a beating.
- I agree, but I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know when I do.
- This haven is the only thing stopping those thugs from spilling south across the countryside.
- I still don't understand why you'd want to enlist in the Lionguard.
- On behalf of the court, thank you for your efforts. On a personal note, I'm quite impressed. I've never seen a trial play out quite like this one. Well done.
- Thank you. I just hope such proceedings remain rare and unusual.
- They're protecting Tyria, and I want to be a part of that cause.
- Also, it's personal between me and those Sons of...Svanir.
- If we stay together, we may just get through this experience alive.
- Two-Blade Pete
- I like that idea.
- 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!
- Two-Blade Pete will be here soon. Are you ready?
- I'm ready. It's time to teach him a permanent lesson.
- Give me a moment to prepare myself.
- I'm sorry to hear about your friend Quinn. In honor of his memory, we'll put an end to Pete.
- He would've liked that. Quinn chose his path, but I'll miss him. Pete will pay; I'll see to that.
- But I see your friend is safe, thank Dwayna. The Seraph managed to stop the bandits, but some poison still got into the well.
- He's fine, and we're both ready for a little vengeance.
- Are the villagers okay?
- That's what I like to hear. Now, let's use Two-Blade Pete's arrogance against him. He wants our heads for ruining his schemes at the well.