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• It's true that my area of expertise sets me apart from other scholars. Not everyone understands the benefit of studying the ancient arts.
• Ancient arts? Really? Like what?
• I see. Good luck in your endeavors. Bye.
• For example, I specialize in Searing crystals. The magic used in that event predates the titans. It could be valuable in the fight against the dragons.
• You could blow us all off the map!
• Interesting. Thank you for your time. Bye.
• Yes, but knowledge is power, and that's all there is to it.
• Spoken like a true Durmand Priory explorer.
• Some evenings, I sit around the fire with my charr coworkers and think about how my ancestors must have felt as they were being slaughtered by the charr army. We've come a long way.
• It's a crazy world, but cooperating has its benefits.
• That's horrible! You're sick.
• Good luck with that. See you later.
• You're absolutely right! Honestly, I'm glad we have a truce. You can't fight forever right?
• Maybe. Anything around camp I can lend a hand with?
• We've got several explorers out in the field. Choose any one of them and go assist. Not only are we close to the Brand, but we're in the middle of Old Ascalon.
• I hear Explorer Kindleblight went afield to gather samples of the Searing crystal.
• I hear Historian Cerin is investigating the Serenity Temple ruins.
• To be honest, that place gives me the creeps. Too many of my ancestors died out there. It makes my skin crawl.
• I'll go see if she needs any help.
• I'm not really interested in that. What else was on the list?
• Creeps? Sorry, count me out. Bye.
• Historian Cerin has a morbid fascination with the Searing. Personally, I don't have the stomach for it. Charr ancestors killed so many of my own. I know times have changed, but it's awful.
• I'll head out there and see how I can assist.
• I think I'll explore on my own. See you later.
• Explorer Kindleblight doesn't take flack from anyone. Whatever you do, don't order her around. She's as willful as any charr I've ever met.
• Why didn't you go with her?
• I'll join her and see how I can assist. Bye.
• I suppose you're right, but I can't help it. My imagination just gets away from me sometimes.
• Imagine something for me to do, will you?
• I think I'll be going.
• Heh. Routing grawl is such a pleasure.
• I love it when their eyes go all screwball.
• Better keep your eyes peeled if you're joining my hike. These hills aren't exactly safe.
• Get rid of those shamans before we're overrun.
• Cook Pot
• Leave the pot.
• This pot is encrusted with the filthy history of countless meals.
• A dark, foul-smelling sludge has gathered and anchored itself to the bottom of this pot.
• Investigate the smell.
• A profoundly revolting smell emanates from this pot.
• You are hit by an odor that would melt a golem. After getting your sight back, you see a black lump at the pot's bottom. If it was food once, it's not anymore.
• Double-click to apply this look to any other medium boots.
• Leave the documents.
• These documents contain this area's history. The sloppy, frantic handwriting gives the impression that someone wrote the text in a hurry.
• There's an Inquest lab nearby, and those devils seem to delight in taking us prisoner. They experiment on us, sell us to our enemies. It's barbaric!
• You can see your reflection in this bucket's water.
• Leave the bucket.
• The bucket's water captures the swirling blues and greens of the night sky.
• The day's hearty sunlight glimmers in the water of this sturdy bucket.
• Leave the crates.