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• Think you can break free? That your magic can help you? No, it will help ME!
• Oh, don't be disappointed, Pathfinder. There are others for you to explore.
• Excellent choice! The subject screams so sweetly. What do you see? What do you see?
• Don't worry yourself, Pathfinder. I will find others to replace them.
• What a pity. They had no magic to seek after all.
• So many guests. Rupert, could you bring this one into line.
• Which is the right course, Pathfinder? Which will reveal the most magic within?
• Pooka, could you keep that one from squirming. It is making the others uncomfortable.
• So many shells to break, Pathfinder. Are you ready for your journey?
• Strong words little one, but we are not afraid!
• They do not see us coming, do they? Hey, do you see us coming?
• What was that...? Centaur attack! Stay close.
• We must have them. Pathfinder will open them up so we can see what is inside.
• What's this "we" business? You can't steal our supplies alone, old goat.
• Oh, the supplies we want are not in your caravan. And I am not alone...
• You reek of power. Where did you get it?
• Ummm, I'll be going now...
• I can smell the power emanating from you. Is it magic? Perhaps simply raw strength? Pathfinder would love to taste your power. Would you submit to a small experiment?
• Indeed.
• These humans are filled with magic, and with Pathfinder by my side, I will surely have it.
• You'll never succeed, I will stop you at all cost.
• Lionguard Sull
• Excuse me, have you seen some merchants pass this way? They should have reached town by now.
• Where could they be? Black Lion Trading Company should've arrived by now.
• Scout the area, and look out for any traces of the caravan.
• Glad you could make it.
• We were attacked by a deranged centaur. We barely made it out alive!
• Oh, you were taken by Draithor? And you survived? Curious.
• That's all you have to say? "Curious"? We almost died!
• I mean no offense. I was simply surprised. If it bothers you, perhaps we should speak in private.
• The Black Lion Trading Company should have been here by now. You haven't seen them, have you?
• No. Can I help?
• I don't have time to look for lost people.
• Could you try looking for them? Head east along Lion's Arch road. I'm starting to get worried.
• Maybe you could look for them for me? Head east along the Lion's Arch road. I'm worried something may have happened to them.
• Your blood intrigues me. Unrestrained, uninhibited, and yet ultimately unrefined... When you eventually succumb to deficiencies, please leave your blood in my care. It would be quite useful.
• Be seein' you, then...
• You helped deal with Draithor admirably. Not with what I'd call great skill or unerring nerve, but alas, when surrounded by weaklings, solid effort must be applauded.
• Tell me about Draithor.
• Uh, thanks. I guess.
• Harathi don't generally practice magic; they prefer the physicality of earthen technologies. Draithor, though... He craves magic in every form. He hungers for it without ever understanding it.
• That's enough. Good-bye.
• Draithor's cravings blind him to the power he's gained. He conjures beasts comparable with those of veteran necromancers, but he believes he has no magic at all. The thought of it is depressing.
• An insane centaur has taken my friends captive! Please, you've got to help them.
• I really don't have time.
• The centuar was using some minions to control my friends. If you kill the minions, they should be able to break free. Please hurry.
• Thank you! The centaur named Draithor—I think he said something about dissections. Please hurry!
• I can't believe I survived! I was sure that mad centaur would be the end of me.
• I'm glad you're OK.
• Stop hurting them! They've done nothing to you