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• I love when I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. As soon as my assistant delivers my results, I'll know for sure.
• Assistant?
• How about this urchin meat—does it remind you of your home?
• Cheers to that.
• They're supposed to study our alloy production methods. And maybe tour the citadel.
• I don't see why not. Rakkan was giving the potion a test, near the Risen drake nests. I can't wait to hear how he does.
• Uh, maybe I should check on him. Can you point the way?
• If my calculations are correct, my new concoction should conceal its wearer from the Risen. It's quite thrilling!
• Is Eir with us? I'd like to see a true leader in action.
• I'd like to fight alongside that great black wolf of hers.
• I haven't seen either of them, but that doesn't mean they can't inspire us.
• Good luck with your work.
• Yes, Rakkan, a resourceful little skritt. My experiments would have been impossible without his forays for samples.
• The ebb and flow of this battle wears on you.
• The constant back-and-forth is exhausting. I've changed my billet more often than my uniform.
• If we're ever going to hold the outlying sectors for more than a day, we'll need help.
• We could use a little Rytlock ferocity out here right about now.
• I heard he was a beast on the battlefield back in the day.
• You wouldn't want to face him today, either. Best damn fighter I ever saw.
• The crate appears to contain an assortment of abandoned experiments.
• Search for weapons.
• There are several experimental weapons in the crate.
• Take a staff.
• Take a greatsword.
• Take a rifle.
• Must be smart, smart and brave. Must get to drakes for Merla's test.
• Ah, scientists get all the fun. Good-bye.
• Destroy the Risen broodmother to free Rakkan.
• It works! Undeads not attack. Undeads think I'm like them.
• Oh, that's a big one. Big, scary, yes.
• Don't smell, mama drake. Don't smell. Stay away mama drake, yes.
• Accompany Rakkan as he tests Merla's undead camouflage potion.
• I'm not so sure about some of our allies. "The Order of Whispers"?
• They are cunning strategists and accomplished warriors.
• Yes, but what kind of fool goes into battle whispering?
• Drake Nests
• Merla! Samples! I have samples. Many, smelly samples.
• Why exactly do we require both information AND intelligence officers?
• Your information comes from books. Mine comes from more vibrant sources.
• I thought that would be obvious to someone of your dizzying intellect.
• Excellent! These have the perfect pungency for my prototype potion.
• Now it's merely a matter of isolating the ideal odorants.
• (sniff) Hmm, insufficiently redolent of decay.
• (sniff) Yes! Ambulatory cadaver, with notes of malice and...sandalwood? Hm! An olfactory triumph!
• If I die, bury me in a pit on top of all the enemy dead.
• Okay, okay. But why?
• If they rise from the grave again, they'll have to get past me.
• Ugh. What is on me? Bad, smells bad!
• Ah, don't be so dramatic. This could be a great breakthrough! Now off you go for a test run.
• Test how? Run where? What does bad smell do?