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• Hey there! Pull up a spot and watch the action!
• What are you talking about?
• Huh. Well I'm out of here.
• You don't know? There's a fight brewing, and it's getting ugly. If someone doesn't calm them down, our quaestor's going to hear about it, and then we'll all be in trouble.
• Why aren't you doing something?
• Well, it sounds fascinating, but I need to be elsewhere.
• I...uh...pulled my hamstring? Look, you're strong and confident. You go talk them down. Or, bash their heads in if that's faster. I'll be your look-out.
• I suppose I can manage that.
• Ugh. You hear that ruckus up there? Soldiers these days, I tell ya. No discipline.
• What's the problem?
• Knuckleheads from the three legions are having a boast-off. Won't end well. How about doin' me a big favor?
• Let me guess. Stop the fight brewing down there.
• And this is me leaving.
• You're on the edge of Smokestead Village, a good place for buying gear and restocking supplies.
• What's that noise coming from over there?
• I'm the quaestor of Smokestead Village. I make sure the shops are stocked and people get what they need.
• That's great. I'm out of here.
• Took the words out of my maw. Talk them down if ya can, but don't be afraid to smack them across the snout if ya have to.
• I'll cool these hotheads down, but why aren't you doing it?
• Wait. I have a few questions first.
• Solve your own problems.
• I break these fights up all the time. I figure sending in a new face might catch them off guard. Plus, ya look like a scrapper, kit.
• Oh, I'll talk some sense into them, all right.
• Wait. I have a few questions first.
• Get someone else to take care of your troubles.
• Oh, okay. What do ya want to know?
• Never mind. I'll go straight to the brawl.
• Nothing. Consider me gone.
• Ah-hah, I see you eyeing my treasures.
• These are treasures?
• Edel
• Not anymore.
• You may just see piles of broken machinery and weapons, but I see treasures in the making. The Iron Legion has tasked me with the extremely important job of recycling and repairing these old parts.
• I like your attitude.
• Alexander Fennod
• Mother? I don't feel good. My tummy hurts.
• I know, snowpuff. Rest now. We'll leave as soon as the roads are safe.
• What's wrong with your daughter?
• She's been ill for many years. I'm taking her to Hoelbrak, where life won't be so difficult for her.
• Oh. You have a long journey ahead of you.
• Yes, but we have to try. She's not strong. She attracts predators.
• What brought you to Snowdrift? You don't look suited for cold weather.
• No, ma'am. I'm from Gendarran Fields, to the west. I wanted to see the world, so I ran away from my father's farm.
• I see. And have you seen enough of the world yet?
• In the short time I've been journeying, I've seen much. But...it has only made me want more.
• Shh. She's resting. My daughter's muscles don't always obey her. She's not suited to hunting, but she's wise for her age. We're traveling northeast, heading for Hoelbrak, where she can flourish in safety.
• May I ask you a personal question?
• I already carry a great burden. A question or two won't add to my troubles.
• Where did you come from?
• What dangers will I encounter southwest of here?