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• Ha, the hammer worked! Keep at it, Valiant!
• I'm sorry, but I can't do anything.
• Those cowardly pirates are hiding behind their guns. If I still had my axe, I'd skin them from top to toe.
• You don't need a weapon. You are norn. You are the embodiment of strength.
• You stay here. Let me deal with the scum.
• I don't want anything to do with pirates. I'm out of here.
• Yes. Together, we are Wolf. We shall tear them limb from limb and howl in victory. They don't stand a chance!
• For glory!
• Bear fight with you, friend. Keep them from blasting this place to bits.
• Poo! I wanted to be the one who— Hmph!
• Fimbul
• Welcome to Almuten Estates vineyard. Can I help you?
• Thanks. What do you do here?
• No, I'm just looking around.
• When we aren't having trouble with the pirates, I help maintain the vineyard and cultivate the vines.
• What are the pirates up to?
• I'm surprised to see a vineyard so close to the mountains.
• I'll let you get back to you work.
• Actually, this is a great spot for growing grapes. We get plenty of light and the hills block much of the wind. We have a stable climate for growing season and we have a good water resource nearby.
• So where can I get a bottle?
• You're certainly passionate about your work. Thanks for sharing.
• Talk to Feris. He sells our vintages at the aging casks. Well, he sells everything except the Grand Reserve.
• What's so special about the Grand Reserve?
• They're up to no good. They come here and cause us all sorts of headaches. Just because they aren't causing problems for Lion's Arch, they think they can harass us with impunity.
• Do you know where they are based?
• Sorry to hear that. I should get moving.
• They control Brigantine Isle, in the middle of Lake Gendarr.
• Enough about them. What do you do here again?
• Sounds dangerous. Maybe I'll check it out myself.
• It's our finest wine. We do sell a few to a merchant who transports it to Lion's Arch. You might be able to get one from her, or you could see if any one of us have a bottle to sell.
• Where's the merchant?
• Here. I marked the route she takes on your map. If you hurry, you might be able to catch up to her.
• Watch your step. I don't need another person trampling on my work.
• What is your work here?
• Another person?
• I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll be leaving now.
• Do you see the green vines here? Left on their own, they'd be choked by weeds, or overrun by insects. Anyway, it'll end up a blighted mess.
• So you work the land?
• Interesting. Good luck with the war on weeds.
• When that flower-headed sylvari drinks enough, the ripest grapes mysteriously go "missing". If it weren't for my constant vigilance, we wouldn't have enough to make wine.
• One of my kind has been consuming the grapes?
• I think it's time for me to go missing, as well.
• No, I'm still Iron Legion. I bring my talents anywhere they are needed, and these amateurs need my know-how to make wine that won't taste like skritt sweat.
• You're a long way from the front. Why aren't you out fighting?
• How did a charr like you get all the way out here?
• My mistake. I think I should go now.
• That's not my role. I make the tools for those that do.
• Pfft, farm tools. I thought building cannons would be more appropriate.
• I won't keep you from your work.
• I'm waiting for my warband. We were doing recon work, far east of here, deep in the snow. The next thing we knew, we were caught in storm and separated. Couldn't see my paw in front of my face.