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• Then why are you lurking? Tell me something.
• I'm not yet ready to discuss my findings. Let's just say that this runaway drive for ever greater mechanization will come at a cost.
• Change can be scary. Good-bye.
• Welcome to Junker's Scrapyard. I'm Unglot Sootmane, and I run this place. What can I do for you?
• 'Vengeful' is way too small. Caudecus is 'venge-over-full.'
• A sword! My kingdom for a sword!...if I had a kingdom, that is.
• Flame Carrier Skin[s]
• Cone of Corruption
• Vapor Blades
• %str1% hits you for %str2% using %str3%.
• Captain Inas'as Itnaya
• There's a bit of a story behind that. I don't mind telling you, but only if you've got the time.
• Sure. I don't have any other place to be right now.
• Actually, I'd rather ask about something else.
• I don't have any more time to talk.
• It's a scrapyard. There's nothing mysterious about it. People throw their junk here. Sometimes other people pick it up and use it for something else.
• I should have known. Can I ask something else?
• I guess that was what I was expecting.
• I inherited it. It belonged to my best friend. He died a couple years ago and left it to me. I felt obligated to take over running it after he died.
• Why did you feel obligated to take it over?
• I have nothing else to say.
• Junker was my best friend. He and I went through fahrar together. More importantly, he saved my life.
• How? What happened?
• On the survival course, I tripped and my rifle axe sliced open an artery in my leg. He carried me through the rest of the course.
• He sounds like a good soldier! How'd he end up running a scrapyard?
• He had plenty of heart, all right. But he couldn't hack it, and ended up washing out. I went off to battle, and he set up this scrapyard.
• You hit %str1% for %str2% using %str3%.
• I'm tired of this. See you later.
• Some years ago, another of our fahrar mates sent me two letters. One from her, letting me know that Junker had died. And the second from Junker himself.
• What did Junker's letter say?
• All it said was "Take care of the scrapyard". I could have sold it, but something told me he would have wanted me to keep it going.
• You're a good friend. Can I ask something else?
• I see. Well, thanks for sharing.
• Final. Stop right where you are. Don't move. Don't even breathe. The extraction is the most volatile phase of the process.
• You look like you're doing careful work. Please excuse me.
• I'm experimenting with a new type of poison to tip my blades.
• What kind of poison?
• Recently, our miners came across an unusual mineral. If it comes in contact with the skin, it can be fatal over time. So they try to dispose of it by throwing it in the smelter here.
• So the mineral is poison?
• A mild poison. But when it is exposed to extreme heat, a substance that looks like liquid silver oozes out. A substance deadlier than any other poison I know of.
• And you think this liquid silver can be applied to a weapon?
• Are you kidding? Anything can be turned into a weapon. The remaining obstacle is figuring out how to distill it.
• I'm not sure if I should wish you luck or not. Bye.
• I took the Tome of the Fallen from the graveyard. The captain ordered me. But I didn't know it was cursed!
• Now the spirits of those who lost their lives on the Wall are roaming free! Please. Take it back to the graveyard for me.
• Quaggan is brave. Quaggan will make the journey.
• Grawl spooked my dolyak and stole the potions I was transporting. My escort, Glynis, went north to recover the stolen shipment.
• This land was once a bountiful hunting ground, but now the thieving grawl have moved in. It's only been trouble ever since.
• I recovered these elixirs from the grawl.
• These used to be hunting grounds?