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- Well, just mind yourself out there. You can handle a lot, sure, but it never hurts to play it safe.
- Defeat the assassins.
- Don't worry about this mess. We'll see that it's handled discreetly. See you at the hunting lodge.
- This will be enough eggs. The prime candidate is definitely in this pile.
- Thank you for saving me.
- See you then.
- The White Mantle is targeting you, and you seem to be related to someone the royal family decorated for loyalty. If aiding you harms the Mantle and helps Kryta, the Shining Blade is on your side.
- Grenade Kit
- I'm grateful. Thanks for helping me defend against that ambush.
- Think nothing of it. Luckily, Mehid and I were nearby. But you handled yourself remarkably well.
- I have to ask: why are you helping me?
- Still, I appreciate the assistance. See you at the lodge.
- The White Mantle are usually more covert about their actions, especially assassination attempts. You must be a high-value target.
- Why me? Why now? They must be either desperate or foolish to attack me so close to the palace.
- Removes boons from the foe mini.
- Kingdom of Orr
- Then we'd better take them out first. See you at the hunting lodge.
- If your body were found here, it would send a message to the people of Kryta: Queen Jennah can't protect her friends, even if she keeps them close. They wanted to bring fear.
- That's some message. I'm starting to dislike these people more and more.
- Pact landing craft
- I'll send them my own message soon. See you at the lodge.
- Look at it this way: if the White Mantle is your enemy, then the Shining Blade is your friend. We'll help you uncover the truth.
- Apply aegis to your active mini. It blocks the next attack.
- Thanks. I appreciate the sentiment.
- Deflect ranged attacks.
- I'm just glad we were nearby. You handle yourself well in a fight, but that could have become very messy.
- Thanks. But wasn't attacking me so close to the palace a foolish move?
- I have to be. Everywhere I turn, someone is trying to kill me.
- You'll see just how well I can fight during the raid. See you there.
- What? Oh, excuse me. This farmer has me wound tight as an asura sniffing electrogrease.
- Can you help him?
- Centaurs overran this man's farm not long ago. We might be able to push them back, but he won't be able to harvest that land any time soon.
- We offer refugees the chance to relocate within the city walls. This fellow's passion for killing centaurs, however...well, let's just say there are a lot of Seraph in our ranks who have a similar history. Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Greetings. What brings you to the Seraph headquarters today? If you're reporting a crime, I need to grab the proper paperwork from upstairs.
- I serve the city, like all the Seraph. Lately, that means mopping up or trying to prevent centaur trouble. We also help refugees who've lost their homes relocate to the city.
- In my experience, you can't have this many people in one place without crime. We have our fair share, but most citizens are good folk.
- Ugh. This place is filthy. You'd think they were keeping a centaur in here.
- So, yeah, I sold out Falcon Company so that some politician could say the queen was a bad ruler. But the rest of my command lived.
- Greetings, traveler. Usually I'd have to shoo you away from the jail, but since the cells are vacant at the moment, it should be okay to look around.
- No prisoners?
- Bloodgorge Watch Camp
- This book contains a roster of Seraph soldiers active during the past twenty years.
- This door leads to the upper city of Divinity's Reach.
- Test yourselves against the guardian, then return to me in the Grove.
- Whispers Agent
- Either you have really good timing or a sixth sense for trouble. I've got something you need to see.
- I'll come back later. Hold that thought.
- Captain Tervelan leads a company of Seraph stationed at Eldvin Monastery. I'll send word so he expects you, and ask him to help you with the investigation.
- What's Captain Tervelan like?
- One of my Seraph found something of interest on a mission near Eldvin Monastery. It's part of a journal written by a member of Falcon Company.