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• It could be worse. I could have been born a quaggan. When I think about it like that, dealing with the bar fights and lecherous comments... you know, it really doesn't seem all that bad.
• That's a good way of looking at things.
• Hey, hey—step back! Someone might try to throw something at you and end up hitting me instead!
• Sorry about that.
• Well. This is certainly going to take some time to clean up. But thanks for your assistance, that's all the help I needed for now. Allow me to show you out?
• 5 Slots. If possible, crafting materials and upgrade components will fill this box before other empty spaces. The contents of this box will not move when inventory is sorted.
• 5 Slot Craftsman's Box
• I'll see you then.
• Usually we try to relocate refugees within the walls of the city. But this one... Let's just say there are a lot of Seraph in our ranks that have a similar history. Now, if you'll excuse me.
• At the moment, we're discussing other races and how they differ from us. For example, the way your race has young who are—at first—completely dependent on adults, like animals.
• I serve the city, like all the Seraph. Lately that means mopping up or trying to prevent centaur trouble. Not just on the front lines, either. We also help refugees who've lost their homes relocate to the city.
• You don't have young?
• In my experience, you can't have this many people in one place without crime. We have our fair share, but most of our citizens are good folk.
• It must be very different.
• Greetings, traveler. Usually I'd warn you not to enter the jail, but since the cells are vacant at the moment it should be all right for you to look around.
• Why is Rytlock so angry at you?
• Oh, no. We awaken fully grown. But, that doesn't mean we don't need guidance. The Pale Tree is our mother, and the firstborn are...what're the words...aunts and uncles. That's it.
• "All are equal when measured under the blade."
  —Kalla Scorchrazor
• Dreamthistle Shield Skin[s]
• Just remember, war has its own timetable.
• I don't envy you the decision, or the consequences.
• It happens occasionally, but every time I worry.
• Worry about what?
• I worry the front lines have collapsed and we're sending supplies to the enemy. That would mean we're the front lines now. We're not prepared for that!
• Gather raw materials by foraging plants in the following Ascalon maps: Plains of Ashford, Diessa Plateau, Fields of Ruin, Blazeridge Steppes, Iron Marches, and Fireheart Rise.
• Hi there. How're you doing?
• Good. You?
• Fine, thanks!
• I planted those seeds this morning.
• Oh, good. And you asked Melandru to watch over them?
• Of course! We can't cook with rotten fruit, can we?
• Seraph! Officer! My son is missing!
• Slow down, ma'am. What's the problem?
• I gave him carnival money this morning. He hasn't returned!
• I'll need a full description. What was he wearing? How old is he?
• (sobbing)
• I'm sorry. Please come in. I'll tell you what you need to know.
• The caravan from Lion's Arch is late, and we're having trouble getting meat and milk from the outlying ranches.
• Stockpiling staples was the right call. I know this isn't quite a siege, but I certainly can't depend on the caravans like I used to.
• War can't last forever.
• What's the trouble, Officer?
• We need to talk about your pigs.
• Pigs? No swine in my house. Unless you count my brother.
• Let's cut the act. I can hear them. More importantly, I can smell them.
• Visit the butcher if you have to.
• (sigh) Sorry, Mr. Oinks. That's life in the big city.
• Destroy the targets.
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