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• Time to sell these highly trained beauties and make me money. Money, money, money.
• Once people see synchronized moas, trained by yours truly, I'll be even more famous than I already am.
• I mean, the carnival's good and all, but this is a remarkable and spectacular sight.
• I know I'm going to tell my grandchildren about it. Everyone should. How often would you get to see this?
• Now that they're trained, I need to get these pygmy moas to Beetletun. It's not entirely safe going, though, so I could use some help. Interested?
• The little ghost that has been tugging at my robes is standing right next to me. You can't miss her if you scan on the etheric wavelength.
• Sorry, no. Good-bye.
• Behold! The most stupendously talented pygmy moas in all Tyria!
• Those scrawny things? What can they do?
• Not scrawny, pygmy. And stature is irrelevant. They can dance like nothing you've ever seen before. Showtime, my pets!
• Wow, you weren't kidding! These dancing moas would make a great attraction. How much?
• Sorry, they're not for sale. I've worked long and hard to train these lovelies. They're like my own children.
• I'll give you 1000 gold for them.
• Children have to leave the nest sometime. Deal!
• The monastery is sending a shipment of its finest brew through Godslost Swamp to Swamplost Haven. Protect the shipment from falling into the wrong hands (and lips).
• Protect the brew shipment.
• Brew Shipment
• Brew Shipment Destroyed
• Swamplost Haven Reached
• Swamplost Haven
• Attackers
• Brenda! It's about time. What took you so long?
• A little spot of trouble along the way, but the gods saw fit to spare us.
• Well, good. Are all the kegs accounted for?
• Aye. All here and ready for your consumption.
• Thank you. Until next time.
• Until next time.
• The brew is ready for Swamplost Haven. Would you bless our journey before we set out?
• Certainly, sister. (clears throat) Balthazar bless this brew with a full body.
• Dwayna bless those brave souls who guard this brew and keep it from falling into unworthy hands.
• Kormir bless those who imbibe it with sweet satisfaction. Lyssa bring them a full measure of mirth thereafter.
• Melandru see this brew safely to its destination, and Grenth ward away foul fermentation.
• That was beautiful. Just beautiful.
• Safe journey, sister. Oh—and Brenda?
• Yes, Most Holy?
• Keep your lips off the barrel this time.
• The brew shipment is finally ready to make the trip to Swamplost Haven. Care to give us a hand?
• Sure, let's go.
• The centaurs made off with all of our glorious brew. Please! Help us get it back.
• Keep the centaurs away from the beer! We can't afford to lose our stock. What will our thirsty, thirsty customers think?
• I'll keep your booze safe.
• Do it yourself. I'm busy.
• Stay on your guard. The centaurs will be coming for our beer. They always do when our brew is this strong. They seem to smell it on the wind.
• Melinda Fairmoor
• Have you tried the beer we brew at the monastery? It's the best stuff you will ever taste. If you get some time, head in and buy some.
• Brewmaster Burna
• Welcome to Swamplost Haven. You are now under the protection of the Lionguard.
• Read on.
• Who are the Lionguard?
• Swamplost Haven is a fortress built to protect the trade routes leading into Lion's Arch. It serves as a sanctuary for travelers and merchants alike. All who seek refuge will find protection here.