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• True, but don't expect the guards to just quaff it down and keel over. We should use the ale as a distraction. That'll make it easier for us to take them out.
• Don't worry. I won't crush any heads until everyone's good and smashed.
• The Sons of Svanir are monsters. Destroying a Spirit harms the very soul of the wilderness.
• They'll pay for this. I just hope we aren't too late to stop them.
• Woof! Woof!
• You said it, Garm.
• I've got no use for minotaurs, but no animal deserves such torment. I wish I could help.
• You're welcome to join me, but this is dangerous work. Be ready to fight.
• You can! Grab a weapon, steel yourself for battle, and follow me! We'll make this right.
• If you want to help, help. Come with me and we'll make the Sons of Svanir pay.
• I like your attitude, and I bet you've got the fighting skills to match. Come on!
• Thanks, but I don't need help.
• This is the chance for glory I've been waiting for! Side-by-side with %str1%! I'll follow your lead.
• Perfect. Stay close, stay alive, and we'll be drinking to our victory in no time.
• Valiant, I continue to be impressed with your progress—word just reached the Grove about your order's successful effort to recruit the skritt. I've always been interested in the collective intelligence they display. If they are as cunning as I've heard, it will be good to have them with us against the dragons. It is a shame that their village was destroyed, but at this stage I firmly believe lives are more important than property. When the dragons are defeated, we'll turn our attention to rebuilding, but first things first. I'm also doing my part to marshal resistance to the dragons. I still intend to smooth things over between the members of Destiny's Edge and reforge us into the great fighting machine we once were, but it's a slow, difficult process that is complicated by the strong personalities, egos, and neuroses involved. I won't give up, though, and neither should you. May the Pale Tree guide you, —Caithe
• Champion Canyon Spider Queen
• Griffons Beaten Back
• Act, but always with wisdom.
• I heard what the Sons of Svanir are doing to those poor minotaurs. I'm glad you're putting a stop it. Is there anything I can do?
• Oldgate Leather Gloves
• That's why we'll win—we'll work together. I'd be proud to accept your help.
• You honor me. How could I refuse? I'll take whatever you have.
• If you want to join me and punish the Sons of Svanir, I'm listening.
• No, but thank you just the same. Good-bye.
• It's not much, but...here. This should help.
• Thanks. I'll put it to good use. Good-bye now.
• Icebrood Beaten Back
• Head Slaver Nymfassa: Welcome back, sweetling. We have a special place reserved for you.
• Crusader Apatia: Back! Get back! (scream)
• Krait Orb Carrier: Slow down. Something doesn't smell right.
• The Spirit of Minotaur radiates untamed strength and savage cunning. It stares with a predator's eye, wondering if it faces a friend or a foe.
• I am with you, Minotaur. Together, we will stop the Sons of Svanir and save your people.
• Spirit! I'm here to help you. Save the fire in your eyes for the Sons of Svanir.
• I'm on your side, mighty spirit. The only ones who should fear me are your enemies.
• You can count on me. I'll let you know when I've rescued your people.
• The Spirit of Minotaur snorts and dips its horns, acknowledging the heartfelt declaration.
• I will rescue your followers, Minotaur. I swear it.
• The Spirit of Minotaur snorts and dips its horns, acknowledging the strong words.
• Defeat the Risen Giant Clam and fend off attacking undead.
• The Spirit of Minotaur snorts and dips its horns, acknowledging this support.
• Hm. I saw some Dolyaks out front. Stampedes are always fun.
• Touch
• Jotun Worship Stone
• Behold. At the height of our power, arrogance and jealousy led the jotun to civil war.
• Our blood is the blood of the mountains. In it, there is power. And so we fought...over blood itself.
• Vraxes! I shall feast on your beating heart! I am king, and this land is mine!
• You're a pretender, Bokar. Not a king, not a brother. I'll burn this land before I yield it to you.
• The giant-kings turned on each other. Brother murdered brother. Son murdered father.
• What we did not realize is that with each death, we weakened the very blood we sought to claim.
• We tore ourselves to ribbons, scrabbling for glory. Now, we bicker over mere scraps.