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- I'm impressed.
- I have the magic to create amulets that keep my people safe. I use the griffon claws as a magical accelerant. It pumps the protection up a notch.
- If you travel to the west and then north along the ridge you will find the griffons along Griffonclaw Peak.
- Head Size
- What do you need the claws for?
- Let's get a move on.
- I hope those griffons don't come for revenge. I know I'd be mad if someone was stealing my claws.
- Temporarily on hold? You think?
- Ogres have been around a long time, huh?
- That makes sense. Thanks.
- Our magic wielders use them to make protective amulets. It gives us a foot up in the fight against ogres. Since the war with the charr is temporarily on hold, we've had nothing better to do than antagonize that ancient race.
- Head Size
- I'll believe it when I see it.
- Definitely. Queen Jennah's just buying time. I bet she's going to send the charr after the dragons and let them kill each other off. That's what I'd do if I were in charge.
- You think the truce is temporary?
- Interesting. Bravo to them.
- I was talking to a Priory scholar the other day, and she was telling me that ogres were one of the first intelligent races in Tyria. They're so old, the Durmand Priory doesn't even know exactly how old. I'm told an ogre can live hundreds of years.
- Go—back—to—music—school, loser. Donation—dynamo—coming—through.
- When regular weapons aren't enough, make irregular ones. With enough griffon claws, Quartermaster Thell can fashion magical necklaces that will come in handy during ogre attacks.
- Collect griffon claws for Quartermaster Thell.
- Ingredient
- What are you doing here?
- I believe you. I'm Folien. This is my partner, Renk, and my children, Brettok and Lintel. Forgive my initial hostility, but this area isn't as secure as it once was.
- We were driven from our homestead by Sons of Svanir. They ambushed my family so they could set up an encampment.
- Why don't you fight to take your home back?
- I'm right here. Come and get me. (laugh)
- My family's safety comes first. I'll fight to the death for family, not for property or territory.
- But why here? Why this spot?
- I could confront the Svanir for you.
- Why? They have nothing I want. Besides, this is a pleasant enough spot. Water nearby, plenty of game to hunt. The stars at night. And so far, the Svanir patrols haven't ventured this far.
- I envy you your peace of mind. Good-bye.
- Folien says that everything will be fine. With her at my side, I know it will be.
- Let's hope so.
- Brettok
- Freihold is our home, not the Svanirs'! They have no right to call it Svannejim.
- Wait. You used to live in Svannejim Hold?
- I told you! Freihold! My parents keep saying that our home is with each other. Why aren't they as mad as I am?
- I put all my money on number three!
- Can you teach me about balance?
- Artie the Jeweler
- It's nice to see a friendly face.
- Where are you headed?
- Clearly you've misread me.
- Nowhere at the moment. I was on my way to Snowhawk Landing to sell my wares, but I heard the grunting of jotun coming from beyond that bridge. I haven't been able to get Sweetbread to budge ever since.
- Do you spend a lot of time on the road?
- Only a fool lets a beast set his pace.
- That's the life of the traveling merchant. But it's gotten harder to stay safe, with the Sons of Svanir taking over more and more territory. And the Lionguard have their hands full with the jotun.
- So you're just going to wait it out here?
- When it comes to moving, Sweetbread makes the decisions. I'd offer to sell you something, but I have Sweetbread swallow everything before we leave for safekeeping until we reach our destination.
- Good thinking...as long as Sweetbread doesn't mind.