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- True.
- Quiet down. You're gonna spook the fish.
- Are you serious? The Molten Alliance is everywhere!
- All right.
- Not right now, they're not. And my family's gotta eat. It's fish or famine. The Mists will get us as good as if the Molten Alliance stuck us through the hearts.
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- Head on down the bank, yeah? This is our spot.
- You could die out here.
- Okay.
- Listen, brook, go babble somewhere else. My belly needs filling.
- Sure.
- The Molten Alliance has been disbanded. Now's the time to turn out energies toward creating the world we want to live in. We've made a small start in Southsun Cove. You must visit us there sometime.
- A small start?
- Perhaps I will.
- Small start to a big future. Subdirector Noll is in charge there, and he reports sunny skies and beaming smiles. The refugees are learning the true meaning of community. It brings a tear to the eye.
- Hmph. Glad those Molten idiots got their comeuppance, but a celebration doesn't change what they took from me. Oh, well. At least the fire's nice.
- What will you do now?
- It is. 'Bye.
- I don't trust the Consortium much, not after that karka kerfuffle, but I don't got many options. Think I'll at least travel to that camp of theirs in Southsun, see what it's like.
- Good luck.
- Did you hear? No more Molten Alliance. They've been buried, buried, buried. You can't kick the charr nation and expect it to roll over like a cuffed cub! Hah!
- So true.
- Brutal Strike
- Gladium or no, I'm hurting for the smell of melting iron. This just isn't my home. I'll return to the Black Citadel and see if I can find a new warband. Ah, I'm itching to get back in the fight. Any fight.
- Ascalonian Fighter
- Good journey.
- Yay! That fire reminds of the moot fires we had back at the homestead. It means there's been a great victory. So, take that, you stupid Molten-heads!
- Yeah! Take that.
- My mother's talking about going to a village far north from here. Someplace in Wafer Foothills. I'm glad. I miss snow.
- Best of luck.
- Praise the Spirits, and bravo to the victors who tore apart the Molten Alliance! Ah, it warms this bitter heart of mine. I'm closer to feeling whole again.
- I understand.
- I was gonna take myself to Southsun Cove, but this fire has ignited a new urge in my heart. Maybe I'll walk in the boots of Romke the Explorer, wander a while before I settle.
- The news spread like wildfire when the Molten Alliance got their final beatdown. Good news travels fast, I guess. Now maybe the refugees can get their lives back on track.
- Where are the refugees going now?
- I hope so. 'Bye.
- Mm. Good question. Most to the Consortium camp in Southsun Cove, but others, back where they came from to rebuild their ranches and homesteads. I wish them luck.
- Interesting. Bye.
- What a whirlwind of woe. I can't believe how much damage the Molten Alliance did in such a short time. Thank the Spirits their power is broken.
- Be well.
- Start over. The sylvari have a saying: "Hard ground makes strong roots." I hope they're right because my heart has been frozen ever since I lost my mate.
- That red-headed pup over there is on his way into legend—mark my words. He joined in raiding the Molten dens without batting an eye. I may be old, but I recognize history in the making.
- Interesting. 'Bye.
- Eh, probably hook up with a traveling caravan. My services don't cost much, and at my age, you get what you pay for.
- Best of luck with that.
- Spirits be praised that it's finished, though I have to say, it's still hard to celebrate when I know what heartbreak and hardship the refugees went through. Maybe now they can start over.
- What are they doing now?
- The Consortium camp in Southsun Cove is calling to some people. Others, though, are talking about following some kid named Braham back to rebuild his village. Kid's got a way about him. Inspiring.
- We did it. We broke the Molten Alliance. But not without cost. So many are dead, my own warband among them. What about the fahrar where I was working? What do I do now?
- You'll get new orders.