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- You what? Ol' Nekkie is a pile of greasy grit right now, believe you me. Nothing could have lived through that. Nothing!
- If it were anyone else, I'd agree. But Nekandezzar has walked away from certain death before. This time we have to make sure.
- No problem. Bye.
- Then let's get moving. The longer we take, the worse Arda's chances get. Put a guard on the cauldron and follow me.
- Taught by Whales
- You, distract guards. Blow up three boom-powder stores we picked. Big noise, guards will come to see. Meanwhile, we steal other boom powder.
- Good! Order friend arrives. Here is plan. Centaurs get their boom powder from Krytan caravans, steal from Seraph.
- Blinding Powder
- We steal from them. Yes? Skritt will burrow to powder, steal, escape back into the tunnels. Very dangerous.
- Evade and stab your foe in the back twice.
- Supply Depot
- Is there anything I can do?
- Shoots poison at your target.
- They are spread all over the facility, forcing the workers to mine until exhaustion.
- Gouge
- You should test such a theory with that essence. See if it can be placed somewhere useful.
- Oi, Commander! Bet you can settle a dust-up between me and Fero here: which is better, charr cannons or asuran electro-thaumic ray gun thingies?
- I don't know, but this isn't the time to argue. It's time to celebrate.
- Well, knot my ears and call me a sheepshank, Commander. I'm fielding inquries from these two jokers, and let me tell you: the queries are flying faster than a skritt swipes shinies.
- This is a party, Fero. The conversation's supposed to be lively.
- Commander, I have a visual on Pact tanks being overrun east of your position.
- Egg Sac
- Isn't this great? The dragon is dead, everybody's happy, and I'm talking shop with Barron and Fero. Well, I think I am. It's hard to keep track with these two.
- Don't worry about it. Just let them babble and enjoy the party.
- Watch closely, Commander. Pier and Wijerd just challenged me to an ale-quaffing contest. I'm going to put them both under the table.
- Is anyone taking bets, because my money's on you.
- All the Spirits of the Wild are watching, Commander, and they approve. Especially Raven. The wit and cunning required to defeat Zhaitan...breathtaking!
- I hope they enjoy the show.
- This is the life! Combat! Victory! Revelry! I'm going to find someone as comely as I am and see how many heads we can turn.
- I see a rash of strained neck muscles in this party's future.
- The next time we face an Elder Dragon, I'm going to fit it with a bridle, strap on my spurs, and ride it clear around the world!
- I hate to muscle in on your victory, Commander, but this is just the sort of thing that will redeem my legend once and for all. Fibharr the champion is back!
- This victory belongs to all of us, Fibharr. Enjoy your share.
- My slight build makes the bigger and bulkier here think I'm at a disadvantage. Ha! Body weight means nothing in a drinking contest. A fighting heart and an indomitable spirit bridge any gap!
- I look forward to seeing you prove that.
- Whirling Smash
- Okay, but how?
- Well put. Take care.
- I'm about to embark on an important deep sea salvage operation. Care to assist?
- Where are you going?
- What are you trying to salvage?
- +7%% Strike Damage vs. Icebrood +3%% Strike Damage
- Fantastic work! Now we can move to take down Zhaitan in Arah. I'll stay behind to establish our base camp here. Everyone else, go on ahead.
- From here, it's on through those gates to end the dragon and free Tyria at last.
- Look at all these kegs! I've got to get these up to the lodge before the drunks get ideas.
- Sure.
- Worker Veni
- Lightbringer Jawsmasher
- The undead aren't pushovers. Like the ghosts of my homeland, these creatures are guided by a deep and unnatural rage.
- How do we deal with this threat?