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• Well, me and a small army of contractors. But I was in charge of the project, and I think it's one of my finest creations.
• It's quite impressive.
• I can see why you'd be so proud. Good-bye.
• Thank you. It was my last job as an architect, so it holds some sentimental value as well.
• Why will it be your last project?
• It's good to end on a high note.
• I've been an architect a long time. It's time to move on to new challenges. I've always wanted to write a book, or maybe take up inventing...
• Golden Mace
• Well, look here—it's the Hero of Shaemoor! Welcome to Beetletun.
• Thanks! You were as much a hero as I was, though.
• I just did what I could to help.
• Those centaurs didn't stand a chance against us!
• Thanks, it was nice seeing you.
• Thanks for the compliment, but I was just doing my job. You were the one who rushed out to help Captain Thackeray end the battle.
• I did what I had to. Were you OK after the attack?
• And so humble, too. I can see why Captain Thackeray was impressed with you.
• I didn't do all that much. I see you made it out OK.
• No, I suppose they didn't. It's a shame we weren't able to drive them all the way back to their own lands.
• It'll happen, I promise. You made it through OK?
• I was exhausted, but Lord Beetlestone was impressed by how I handled myself. He got me reassigned here.
• That's great! How do you like this assignment?
• It's different. In Shaemoor, I was a big fish in a little pond. Now, I have to struggle to stand out. I suppose it'll help my career, though.
• Well, best of luck to you, Sergeant Walters.
• Greetings, %str2%. Welcome to Beetletun. Can I help you?
• Where's Minister Caudecus's estate?
• Are there merchants here in Beetletun?
• Are there things to do around here?
• No, I'm just touring the shire.
• You're kidding, right? See the huge mansion behind me? By the Six, on a clear day I think you can even see it from Shaemoor.
• I heard there's a party there soon?
• There is! Delegates from all over Tyria are turning up to see the latest creation from the minister's chief inventor, Uzolan.
• I'm there.
• Yes, but I think you'll need to earn a bit more trust with the minister before they'll open the doors to you. They have some strict rules, after all.
• I guess I'll check back later.
• Of course. Turn around and you'll find the food sellers, or head up the hill toward the estate to find the weapon and armor merchants.
• Golden Pistol
• There's Beetletun Farms to the south. They're always looking for helping hands. To the southwest, there's an old hunting lodge.
• Great. I'll check them out.
• Look, just turn around and be on your merry way. This is the estate of Minister Caudecus. You're not authorized to be here.
• You seem talented. Surely you can see that I'm no threat.
• What if I could help Lord Beetlestone? You'd still deny me?
• I go where I please. I have no quarrel with you...yet.
• OK, OK. I'm going.
• Flattery? Don't kid yourself. I'm gonna pretend we never met now. I suggest you do the same.
• Grump.
• Yes. Would you insult the Ministry Guard by insinuating that we're unable to handle any threat to the minister?
• Well, at least you're confident. Farewell.
• Nor I with you. But you're not getting past this gate. I have my orders. Don't make me enforce them.
• Ha! You're worthy of this post. Good-bye.
• Those blasted centaurs better leave my pipes alone.