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• Keep up the good work.
• I need more time to decide.
• The Priory has come a long way from chronicling history to taking an active role.
• We have to be careful we don't become history in the process.
• Have faith. We can prevail against any odds. We are scholars.
• Glad to have you back, Doxa. You may have been uncomfortable, but you wore it well.
• You're interested in a child's welfare? What's the real story here, Legate Minister?
• Wonder what will attack us today.
• Lava beasts or metal men. Maybe ugly dead people.
• Nah. Flesh people. They come more often now.
• Before I left the Citadel, I was improving the way we buttress stone roofs.
• An architect, are you?
• Not exactly. More like a structural engineer.
• Anyone else want to track the undead back to their ruins, hmm, huh, or is it just me?
• We might discover information about Orr, but it's awfully dangerous.
• Recording history is a dangerous game. Why else do it?
• I will, sir. May I say—it's good to see a member of the ministry taking an active hand in the people's welfare.
• You aren't paying enough attention, young friend. The ministry takes an active hand in many parts of the city.
• Of course it does, Minister. Of course.
• Your insinuations are ridiculous. Just find the child. It's what you people do, isn't it?
• We catch bad guys. And that's exactly what I plan to do. Good day.
• Why would the government do that? The circus is one of the few bright spots in the city. It gives people a little bit of joy.
• Oh yeah? Well...the caramel apples are terrible. I think they secretly use deformed pears.
• I'll be sure to alert the Seraph. The carnival won't get away with such a devious ruse. Promise.
• I'm afraid our clown couldn't make it—he was feeling kind of funny.
• Asura tools! So many. Piles and piles of tools.
• Where?
• Volcano.
• Mine!
• What can you tell me about this place?
• Please, no. Let me go!
• Poor Wriggly.
• I've dreamed of this ever since I was a kid and tried to shoot myself out of a trebuchet. Those carnies have no idea what's about to land on their doorstep.
• All this water...
• Yeah?
• I don't like it.
• Too many long legs around now. Too many.
• They come after big ears show up. They fight all the time.
• Maybe long legs and big ears kill each other. Save us time. Time to kill.
• At least you're not bored. See you.
• Attacking homesteads, harassing travelers, stealing, burning, recruiting. You name it. And they've gotten worse recently. We have to keep a vigilant eye on them. Especially Svanir's Dome.
• I advise avoiding flying trapezes, juggling sharp objects, or setting yourself on fire. Good luck.
• Don't worry, I'll see you soon.
• It's not the heat I despise.
• Oh? What's your primary complaint?
• It's a three-way tie between destroyers, Inquest golems, and boiling lava.
• Let me tell you about reality.
• You again! No, let me tell you. The reality is whoever has the most guns wins.
• Typical simplistic analysis.
• Your head is simplistic.