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• Ogres, Separatists. Feh! I say wipe 'em all out.
• Idols and sacrifices. See what happens when you worship spirits? Vallus ran off again, too. Seems to be making a habit of that.
• We'll break him of it, or we'll just break him.
• These ogres sure are tall. You think that's why they talk so slow? It's cold up here, and they got no fur...
• Maybe so. Let's cut one down and find out.
• Sorry your sire ran off again. Seems like a bad habit of his, huh?
• We'll break him of it, or we'll break him.
• Keep an eye on Vallus. He disobeyed a direct order and deserted me, our warband, and the legion. Don't trust him.
• I don't trust anybody until I have all the facts.
• If Tribune Brimstone didn't want him alive, I'd chop Vallus' head off right now and kick it all the way back to the citadel.
• Lucky for him, the tribune wants him alive.
• Killing everyone who isn't us sure would simplify things.
• For once, your enthusiasm's right on target.
• What was Vallus thinking, anyway, running off like that? Does he even know what loyalty means?
• We can teach him when we catch up to him.
• I hope we get to hit more ogres along the way. That's my kind of party. They're big, so when they fall it takes longer for 'em to hit the ground. But the bigger thud makes it worth the wait.
• Vallus now. Thud later.
• That's what happens when idiots get to worshipping something other than me, the Mighty Maverick. Anyway, sorry your slippery sire ran off again. Luckily, we didn't need his help.
• But we do need him; and I'm going to track him down.
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• If I'd know we were going to do this much fighting, I wouldn't have done that much drinking.
• Buck up. We'll be in and out in no time.
• Well, this is what comes from worshipping fake gods and stuff: morons make trouble and get themselves killed. Your sire's pretty slick, isn't he? Running off with the loot like that.
• No matter what, he'll wind up back at the citadel.
• It's good to see you again. Last time, you were still crawling around the floor, chewing on my boot laces.
• I'll chew more than that if you don't show this Legionnaire proper military respect, soldier!
• I couldn't care less, Vallus. Let's get a move on.
• Yes, boss. I'm sorry, Legionnaire.
• You're a long way from home and I'm your only hope.
• Spirits curse those ogres. If not for them, Vallus would have been here to meet you.
• He and I will meet soon enough.
• Pale Yellow
• Are these for sale? Let me see.
• You're going to be okay. Who was he?
• A sylvari. Aerin. He left me there. I could have died.
• Breathe. You're going to be okay. Help is on the way.
• See how you like THIS trick!
• This Zephyrite is armed and armored, as if part of some elite guard. There's blast powder and scorching on her body.
• This page torn from a mission log has a single phrase scrawled across it: "I turn my back on you, Mother. My solo voice of truth will dampen the cacophony of fools. —Aerin"
• I should discuss this with Marjory.
• This wood was blast-scorched in an explosion, rather than slow-burned, as seen on most of the wreckage.
• Hey! I've got one!
• I should discuss this with Marjory and Kasmeer.
• What did you find?
• I recognize this. It's a Soundless mantra for meditation, scrawled on someone's personal logbook.
• It reads like a meditation, scrawled on a page from someone's personal logbook. Are you familiar with the Soundless?
• I've heard of them. They're usually peaceful. Do you think this sylvari is one of them?
• The Soundless turned away from the Pale Tree's protection, didn't they? I remember hearing something about rejecting their own society.
• True, but unlike the Nightmare Court, they're not inherently evil.
• A what? Why is it soundless?