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• Wish me luck.
• I hate the idea of waiting outside the camp alone. It's going to be scary out there!
• It's going to be scary inside, too. C'mon. Let's move out.
• Torga. Now there's an officer I like! She knows tactics, fights smart, and her underfur glistens in the sunlight.
• I agree, but I hadn't noticed the underfur thing. See you at the mission site.
• This is golden. Tribune Brimstone and Tribune Desertgrave are up there snarling like madcats. I wonder if they're fighting over me.
• I seriously doubt that. Let's go—we shouldn't keep two tribunes waiting.
• A disguise to fool those Flame Legion jerks? Why all the sneaking? Why not just skip to the murder?
• We need more than revenge; we need information. That's the Ash Legion way. Now, move out.
• You got here just in time for the show. Tribune Brimstone's up there screaming bloody murder. Tribune Desertgrave's got her claws out, too.
• If they're that mad, we'd better not keep the tribunes waiting.
• You're so brave to go in there alone. I wish I had half your courage.
• Your'e a good soldier, Reeva. I'm glad you're on my team.
• %str1%! I'm so glad you're here. Tribune Desertgrave is up there having an argument with Tribune Brimstone. Are they mad at us? Did we do something wrong?
• We'd better not keep two tribunes waiting.
• Faolain
• Prepare to defend the encampment. To arms!
• Nice work, Commander, and nice suit. Let's regroup with the warmaster and tell him how many lives you just saved.
• Call on me, if you need help.
• Favor of the Zephyrites (Tier 2) Unlocked.
• Favor of the Zephyrites (Tier 2) Complete.
• A hostile dust monster has appeared in Prospect Valley.
• A little too much about too little. We've been spending more time keeping them from attacking and killing each other. Both blame the other for their defeat. You're welcome to give it a shot, though.
• Favor of the Zephyrites (Tier 3) Complete.
• What's next for you? More fighting?
• We'll make it. I promise.
• What else is there that needs doing?
• No! Those calculations were flawless! Wait, what's that rumbling?
• It looks safe enough now. I just need to tidy up here.
• Oozes! Quick, eliminate them before they slime everything.
• Get these destroyers out of here! Fast!
• Just look at this mess. Meta-irradiated material everywhere. Where's the clean-up krewe?
• We seem to have upset the natural balance here. Get rid of these elementals!
• Well. Conjure a well of blood to heal nearby allies.
• Worn Journal
• Dusty Bones
• The cover of the journal is faded and worn. Several pages are torn or faded beyond repair, but a few remain intact.
• Read the journal.
• Put the journal down.
• "...I had to crack a few snouts to restore order. I don't know what's gotten into Mack, but he's getting everyone riled up with all his ridiculous jabbering about the spirits..."
• For simulating fear, but is not actually fear.
• "...no matter what he says, this is the perfect location for our operation. "Sacred ground" be damned. If he can't see that, I'll have to take things into my own hands."
• "...finally shut him up, everyone else quickly fell in line..."
• "...I'd hoped it would end there, but now others are whispering about the great white beast with terrible horns..."
• "...the terrible sounds. They didn't stop. When we went out in the morning, there was nothing but bloodstains..."
• "It's coming."
• A well-worn sign reads: "Keep out. Trespassers will be shot."
• Heavy layers of dust cover haphazardly stacked crates. Whoever owned these is surely long gone.
• Fascinating. I look forward to seeing what you find.
• Bandit Ghost