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• It's not bitterness. It's vigilance. When you're gladium, you learn to watch your back. Because everyone else is.
• Probably not a bad idea. Good-bye.
• No. Some choose to leave their warbands. They've got no stomach for war. But those gladium are rare. And short-lived. Desertion is forbidden and there's no second chances in the legions.
• It takes strength. One day, you may know what I mean, though I hope you never do.
• I've already experienced loss. Far too many times.
• They say that which kills your friends only makes you stronger.
• Words of widom. Stay strong, friend.
• Another—sweater—of—dubious—origin.
• Why don't they clean this area up?
• I understand. So long.
• Who? The Adamant Guard already has their hands full, the legions scramble to keep up with the war, and you won't see many other Vigil around.
• What does the Vigil do?
• Made up of all races from across Tyria, we have sworn an oath to defend the land against dragons. We fight, patrol, and generally kick undead tail.
• Sounds dangerous.
• The world stands on the brink. Those living here are no safer than our soldiers who hold the front line against the Dragons.
• %num1%/%num2% Minions Slain
• I suppose you have a good point.
• Extremely dangerous. But it's not a suicide mission. We fight aggressively, but intelligently. With carefully planned strategies and tactics. We don't throw away anyone's life lightly.
• I see. Farewell.
• If you hurry, you'll be witness to her death.
• Extracting Doxa will risky, but you made the right choice. Also, I love that we're undoing something that cost the Inquest a lot of time.
• Were you there when the market fire broke out last year?
• I saw it. Five legion soldiers, three buckets, and the fire was out in a matter of seconds.
• They worked together like fingers on the same hand.
• Bug Catching Jar[s]
• MONSTER ONLY Insect Unarmed
• No, thanks.
• There are two lumberyards south of here. Raintimber Mill and Redreave Mill.
• Watch the performances.
• You've captured a Charradis Fly Swarm.
• What are you supposed to be?
• I'm a soldier.
• Then you better soldier on through. This place can be rough on mice like you.
• How did you ever manage to build such a thriving metropolis out of such war-blasted ruins?
• We're charr. Iron Legion. We can build anything.
• No offense intended, my friend.
• If I took offense, you wouldn't be standing right now.
• I'm on duty at the armory later. I work in weapons maintenance.
• We must have a lot of blades to sharpen.
• I don't mind the blades so much. It's cleaning the rifles that gets to me.
• Why's that?
• They don't need it. Have you ever met a charr who didn't keep his weapon pristine?
• And yet, we have to take the rifles apart and clean them again anyway.
• Have you heard? The Slice warband is back. They were victorious. No losses!
• Yeah! Woo woo woo!
• Oo-rah!
• I have to spread the word!
• You'd better stay sharp, mouse.
• I'm not looking for a fight.
• Sometimes that doesn't matter.