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• I heard we'll all be called in for the battle. Should be a real chance to make history.
• Only if we succeed. If we die, nobody'll know if we even got out of bed that morning.
• No parents? Who cares for you when you're small and weak?
• We're not born small like you. We emerge full-sized from our cocoons and immediately enter school.
• Born full-sized? Maybe your race is stronger than I thought.
• Don't tell anybody, but that wound on my leg isn't healing right. I think it's infected.
• You should tell your legionnaire.
• No. He'll take me off patrol, and we can't spare another pair of eyes. I'll be fine.
• Historical documents say priests developed the Erudine Elixir.
• I don't think that's right. When I think of the elixir, I think of a sweet-smelling priestess with a kind soul.
• (humph) Unsubstantiated folderol! Don't you have something to transcribe?
• For us, birth is a matter of blood and pain. It's the infant's first great battle. Many don't make it.
• And for us, birth is like falling from a great height, all the way down to the hard ground. Not all survive the fall.
• How about a swig of norn mead? It'll put hair on your chest.
• I'll take a swig, but in case you hadn't noticed, I already have hair on my chest.
• Oh, right. Beautiful hair it is, too.
• Are you going to the Black Citadel on your next leave?
• If I get one. With all the casualties we've had, I may not have any leave at all.
• We should douse those fires.
• Nighttime is when we need firelight, you lump.
• The enemy needs it, too. That light makes us a big fat target.
• We're already a big fat target.
• Asura are strange little bugs. For creatures that pride themselves on their intellect, refusing our help wasn't very smart.
• Maybe we'll have better luck at the Priory camp.
• Our luck is just fine. If the Priory also rejects our offer, it means we're done with this fool's errand.
• Curse these rocks and ridges! I can't see what's ahead.
• Relax, my friend. There's nothing to see but more rocks and ridges.
• Do you think they'll write songs about us someday?
• Yeah. They'll sing about how brave we were, completely cut off and holding on by our teeth.
• And how we lived by drinking our enemy's blood and eating wurm stew.
• I hope I'm around to sing along.
• I smell skritt.
• Mm-hmm. They're good at staying out of sight, but I'm better at spotting them.
• You would be, Ash-trash. One stinking, skulking, sneaker can always spot another.
• I'm off to talk to the chief.
• Which one?
• Eh, I do not know. Whichever one is chief today.
• I was reading over breakfast that the Serenity Temple is where the Erudine Elixir was discovered.
• It saved lives, did it not? Many lost minds returned to balance after imbibing the elixir.
• Ever been down to Splintercrest Fort? They've got fish to eat.
• If you can catch them.
• They're also close enough to the Ebon Vanguard camp to spit on the humans.
• I wouldn't know. I came to the Maw straight out of Temperus Point, and I've been here ever since.
• Same here. To me, this is the only charr camp, and those crystal beggars are the only enemy.
• Someone told me that sylvari aren't born, they're hatched. Is that true?
• We're born, but in our own way. We're the fruit of our mother, the Pale Tree.
• What are you making for dinner?
• Since you asked, I'll tell you. I'm making a leg of yak stew. Quite lovely, with standard root vegetables and greens.
• Fresh rue from Divinity's Reach, yak meat cut in squares, and I'm experimenting with a mixture of...lemme see...
• Yak stew. Good. Thanks. Bye. Got to get back to our patrol now.