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• Why don't you go over there?
• I suppose I could go do that.
• Oh! You've been around here before, then? Uh, sorry? I guess.
• You're lucky I don't tear your head off!
• I never learned to swim. There isn't much cause for it in the Black Citadel. But, if you go over and look around, I guarantee that something worthwhile will happen.
• So, just go over there and look at things?
• Tomorrow I'll be meeting with three different recruiters. There are so many krewes I'd like to join! I don't know how anybody picks.
• Yes, yes. Just a cursory examination of the island. That'll do the trick. I've marked the island on your map.
• I guess I can do that. Bye.
• Sometimes I think joining the Priory was a big mistake.
• A mistake? How do you figure?
• Glad I didn't then. Take care.
• I thought it would be about fascinating books and interesting relics, but we keep getting sent to haunted graveyards. I'm too old for this stuff!
• You don't seem that old to me.
• That sounds dangerous. Good luck!
• I suppose I'm not that old. But, haunted graveyards are the worst!
• Couldn't you just quit?
• I bet they are. I'm leaving now. Good luck.
• And let the Priory win? Never!
• You seem pretty conflicted about it. Good luck sorting it out.
• An ancient bust stands on a pedestal. The sculptor gave the human man a serious expression and piercing eyes. It appears to be very old, likely predating the Foefire.
• This dusty old crypt is of undetermined origin. It appears likely that it's a left-over from the days when humans ruled Ascalon.
• The flame inside the urn burns with unusual urgency, but there's no visible source of fuel.
• This wall sconce has survived the centuries, mostly intact. It still holds the torch that some previous intrepid explorer placed in it.
• I don't really have time to talk to you. I've got a lake to explore.
• Well, fine then.
• Yes, I'm from the Priory and yes, I'm here about Lake Adorea.
• What are you here for?
• This is me leaving.
• Oh, you know. It's the usual. Old ruins. Dust. Spider webs. Human bones. History. Unless you're from the Priory, you wouldn't understand.
• I am Priory. What are you studying?
• You're probably right. See you.
• We're looking for a special crypt. It's said to contain a treasure. The human buried in it is an Ascalonian shaman or something. Personally, I think the rumors are exaggerated.
• It sounds like an exciting find.
• She sounds great, but we need to start our next mission.
• When it comes to these humans, if you've seen one tomb, you've seen them all. What we're learning is that they didn't have much wealth left at all. The siege sucked them dry.
• That's what the history books say. Good luck.
• Those two better not be causing trouble at the lake. I'd like to get out of here without any fuss.
• Trouble? Where?
• What two?
• Well, I'll let you deal with that.
• At the lake, I imagine. They've been gone a long time, and I've heard rumors about the lake being haunted.
• Haunted? I better get over there.
• I've had my fill of ghosts. I'll leave them be.
• My subordinates. They headed to Lake Adorea to examine the ruins there. Hopefully, they'll be done soon.
• Oh, I see. Well, I'm leaving.
• Oh, good. I'm sure they'll need your help. Head south to the lake. They'll be there.
• I don't know why I was sent out here with my knuckleheaded warband. We'll never get the lake searched at this rate.
• Lake? I don't see any lake here.
• You sound busy. Bye.