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- You have me mistaken. I'm not a looter.
- What? What aren't you? Say it so we can all hear it.
- A...a looter!
- He admitted it. Get him!
- How's it going in there?
- (cough) Ugh.
- Yeah, I bet it's the kind of odor that lingers in the back of your throat.
- I see...one, two, three sylvari and...oh, gods.
- There's a miasma pocket. Big one. What do we do?
- Crap. There goes the bonus. Come on out.
- Pulling those weeds out of there ain't worth it. Let them rot.
- (sniff) Oh...(cough). I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Huh, I thought we wouldn't be smelling the rest of the corpses until the weather changed. Guess not. Well, get in there.
- Get in where?
- If Lionguard go in and reclaim the bodies, they get bonus pay. Get in there, kid. Make me proud.
- I screwed up back there, huh?
- A little bit. Take it as a lesson. There's always another way to enforce the law.
- But moving your friend to the front of the renovation line? What about—
- Out here, you can be a little fungible. If it'll help the city, of course.
- How does helping Ferkinna help the city?
- Ferkinna's got a little side business in distribution. The kind where, if you make her happy, you'll find yourself with extra money at the end of the week.
- And did I say you can ask questions? Let's go.
- Hey, Lionguard! When are you going to stop the looting? I've caught three guys already trying to break into what's left of my house!
- Ma'am, please understand that the Lionguard are doing everything—
- Ferkinna! How's my favorite keg-thrower?
- Quatta, you gill-sauced squeaker. Didn't see you there. Who is this runt? Looks like he stumbled out of the crib.
- Rookie detail. Don't worry. He's good. So, looters. Your house is red-tagged, right?
- I'll slip a yellow tag on it. That'll scare away the looters, make 'em think the owners are coming back soon.
- Plus, it'll get the renovators out there faster. You should be in by the next lunar cycle.
- Much appreciated. Drinks later? I've got a special krait wine that's just begging to be opened.
- Krait wine? Why, that sounds like an illicit, smuggled good.
- (laugh)
- (laugh)
- See ya around.
- I know a guy who's starting up a salvage team. He's looking for a crew to strip Scarlet's crashed airship.
- Enjoy jail. There's no looting of any kind allowed in the city. You join that crew, you'll be arrested...or worse.
- Huh. There's an underground market for watchwork parts in Divinity's Reach. We can scavenge them from the city wreckage.
- Ahem. That's looting.
- No, looting's taking goods or possessions. This is removing junk no one wants. And making a profit.
- And skirting the law.
- Heh. It'll be like living in Lion's Arch all over again.
- Sssh. There's much to tell and little time. Be patient and listen.
- Frankly, some citizens...they just want to complain. They'll talk your ears off if you let them. Anyway, not bad back there.
- I felt like I was going to puke.
- Heh. You survived Scarlet, but talking to the public scares you?
- I...still get sick thinking about that day. I seriously thought I was gonna die.
- There was this charr Lionguard. Came out of nowhere. Pulled me up and got me out of the city.
- I wanted to thank him, but he was gone. I guess he went back in to get other survivors.
- Sucker.
- What are you waiting for? You've a briefing to attend.