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• Hoo! Maybe quaggan will find old friends...and new friends! Coo, quaggan owes you so much.
• No hugging! Go on, now. And...swim safe.
• I saw a human escorting two quaggans through Jotun's Vista. Is that not curious?
• Hm. Where did you last see them?
• Nochtli
• I'll mark the location on your map.
• What brings you out here?
• Oh, yes. In the north, Jormag's control is even stronger than it is here. Many quaggans flee south and end up here.
• They've had enough hardship. How can I help?
• They fend for themselves.
• I heard the quaggan refugees made it safely to Valslake. I hope they enjoy living at Urgulp with their own kind.
• Icebrood waves defeated
• Filthy grubs! Squash them!
• Quaggan is grateful that you were here. Quaggan couldn't run from the icebrood any more.
• Foo. Quaggans fled south, but quaggans aren't safe here either. Quaggan doesn't think a safe home exists.
• That's not true! There's a quaggan town in Valslake, to the south. I can take you there.
• Coo! You would do that?
• (laugh) She's soft-hearted that way. You guys have a safe trip. I'll stay here.
• Oah, woes. The icebrood will push everyone out of their homes. Quaggans are just the beginning. It makes quaggan very sad to think about it.
• Don't lose hope.
• Hunter Maz
• Hunter Bolla
• These lands were once filled with such amazing beasts to hunt. Or so the stories go. I get here, and all I find are grawl. Clearly the gods have no sense of humor that I can understand.
• Perhaps they're giving you a chance to help people.
• You might not get the punchline.
• The wild bears, the ferocious cats, the swooping snow hawks! Where is the true challenge of hunting? All gone, replaced by grawl!
• Purging the hunting grounds of grawl is a worthy feat.
• Okay, I'm on my way.
• Killing grawl reminds me of a game from my childhood: they bounce up and down, and you have to try and hit them.
• Glad you're having fun.
• Nothing takes norn land away and lives to see the following day. To the hunting grounds, one and all! The time has come to hunt some grawl.
• You're quite the poet.
• Now THIS is a worthy opponent!
• Counter attack
• Oh my, I've never had a bounty on my head before. Let's get this over with. Frost can't get away!
• So much to document. Oh, I sense some overtime in my future.
• Raaaage!
• Strange. I'm picking up more signals from somewhere in this compound.
• Cut these rats down or I'll slit you myself.
• Fine. I'll handle this myself.
• Frost is waiting for you.
• It's a moa shoot, boys. Have at it!
• Oh, you want to make this personal? Fine by me.
• Aww, whaddaya do that for?
• It's elementary. This site is classified as an Errant Technology Clean-Up Zone, but it's the largest one I've ever been assigned to. I need guides. Namely, you.
• Half-Eaten Greaves
• Secure the courtyard.
• Foo! Krait! Quaggan is going to enjoy this.
• Oho! These undead have never seen a quaggan angry. They actually look surprised.
• Ooo, quaggan is so sorry. Did quaggan hurt you? C-coo!