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- Thanks for the info, Clawspur.
- After you went in, the brass split us up. Different objectives. Our friends were were cut down like wheat. I got to higher ground.
- Sure. What now?
- Sylvari Dream
- Battle for the Mists
- Sanctum of Secrets
- Never mind. Let's go talk to the tribune.
- Hmm. Never mind. I'll meet you near the Serrated Blade.
- Nobody knows. Howl was in the crypts when Barradin collapsed'em. You dug out. He didn't.
- No body? Nothing at all?
- Not unless that trinket he'd found magically teleported him to the Shiverpeaks. He's rubble.
- Infinity Coil
- Empty bunks. Empty rooms. Why'd they all have to die? Didn't they like it here anymore?
- Gold-Lined Jackdaw Pirate Patch
- You're calling the shots now. Let's go spy on some Flame Legion.
- I tried to see the tribune, but that whiny little aide-de-camp of hers wouldn't let me pass until you got here. I should go pound him 'til he stops saying "stop."
- A handy change of clothes if it's ever necessary to blend in with the local pirates.
- I'm glad they made you boss. You deserve it. Now I get to watch your back while we trail some Flame Legion jerks? I like where this is going.
- Likewise. Let's move out.
- So many in our warband killed. I tried to tell them, "Watch me. Fight like me. Be like me." I guess it just wasn't enough.
- Jackdaw Pirate Patch
- Now we're getting somewhere. Howl was a great braggart, but a lousy leader. With you in charge, we'll rebuild this warband in no time.
- Keep your mind on the assignment, Mav. Let's move out.
- You're here! You're all right! I was so scared. Now that you're back, I feel like I can almost go on. But what do we do without the others?
- Block incoming attacks for a short time.
- Congratulations on the promotion! I say we celebrate, then go kill something in battle, then bake a nice red velvet cake with white icing. Yay!
- First, we complete our assignment at the Serrated Blade. Then, cake. Gotta keep our priorities straight.
- Reacts to Crowd Control and causes Vulnerability to nearby foes.
- Patriarch
- Tribune Desertgrave is waiting, %str1%. Better hustle, sir.
- Why aren't we at the Mustering Grounds with everyone else?
- How...interesting.
- I can't believe I'm stuck here shuffling papers while the Flame Legion causes so much trouble. When do I get to be a real spy?
- How'd these assassins get into the Black Citadel?
- Don't worry. You'll have your chance one day.
- Don't know yet, but the tribune's got her best soldiers on it.The agent at the Serrated Blade will tell you more.
- "A fine heirloom accessory from the ancient Krytan family."
—Farmhand Abhean - The tribune asked to meet you in private after alll the others have gone. Must be something important. I wouldn't keep her waiting.
- Seraph Spear
- Reacts to Crowd Control
- Oho, so much candy!
- My agent outside the Serrated Blade can give you details. Stop wasting time, and get out there.
- I've got a question, Tribune, if I may?
- Understood, Tribune. We'll move out now.
- Old enemies. Those murderous, chauvinistic zealots. They've been active lately, aggressively recruiting disgruntled Blood warbands, trying to steal key schematics from Iron, and now this. They're planning something. Your job is to find out what that is, Legionnaire.
- Block.
- Understood. I'd like to ask you something else, Tribune.
- Understood. We'll head out now.
- Ask, but be quick about it.
- Someone screwed up at the battle of Smokestead, and a lot of my warband died. I want revenge.