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• I went through the Black Citadel fahrar. Class of '17. You?
• Black Citadel, class of '23. Small world, isn't it?
• I really miss the Bane, where the fights were mostly fair and not this Orrian ambush stuff. What do you miss most about the citadel?
• Home. Just home.
• I heard a patrol Trahearne sent out yesterday still hasn't returned.
• I'm sure they'll be back eventually. Hopefully not as part of Zhaitan's army.
• There's talk of sending out a rescue party to look for the patrol that never came back yesterday.
• Where do I sign up?
• The Foefire, the Searing, and now the rise of Orr. What is it about this place?
• I wish the cursed continent had just stayed under water.
• How do we know there aren't a hundred more Elder Dragons where these came from?
• We don't know. We just hope.
• ♪Meatoberfest, Meatoberfest!♪
• Don't tell them I said this, but when Zhaitan shows his ugly snout, I'm going to be glad that so many Vigil members joined the Pact.
• Not a word.
• It's hard for me to believe that just a few days ago, I was scouring caves outside Snowhawk Landing, looking for dwarven artifacts.
• And it's hard for me to believe that just a few weeks ago, I was doing things for the Order of Whispers that I vehemently deny doing.
• My father told me about a time when he saw one of those black-sailed Orrian pirate ships as it disappeared into a bank of fog. Then, he realized—there was no fog.
• They say that just the groaning of the rotting mast timbers in the wind has driven some soldiers mad.
• It's said that when a herd of Risen dolyaks stampede, you can see bones flying off their bodies.
• And that rotted flesh slowly forms around those bones until a new Orrian dolyak is formed.
• When this is all over and I get home, the first thing I'm going to do is hug my husband and kids and never let them go.
• And I'm going to squeeze my kitty until she mews for air.
• I'm going to forage for food and craft myself a meal fit for a valiant.
• And I'll make my husband do all the gathering and the cooking.
• But, Father. My friends are waiting for me. We're going hunting. Fergi has a keg of his winter ale.
• I'm sure you have important things to do, but there's nothing so important as taking time to commune with the Spirits of the Wild.
• I know. Without them, we wouldn't have beasts to hunt or ale to drink.
• And if we don't tend our relationship with them, it could all be taken away tomorrow.
• There was a Svanir talking to a group of us outside the lodge last night.
• You stay away from them. They're trouble.
• I don't know. He was making a lot of sense. If we're going to defeat Jormag, we need great power.
• As my father always said, "You do not put meat on the table by sleeping with deer."
• Vima? I am ready to be a father. Let's make a baby!
• Hm. I don't know. I—
• You don't love me?
• Yes. I love you. But our world grows more dangerous every day. How can we bring a kid into this?
• Your father hates me.
• Not so. He simply doesn't see the legend you will become.
• Promise we'll be together forever.
• How can I promise such a thing? No one knows what tomorrow will bring.
• Sometimes I wish your Bear's honesty was tempered by some of Raven's guile.
• We'll build a forge big enough for two. People will come from all around to shoe their beasts.
• And to see our iron sculptures. It will be legendary.
• What will we call our forge? We need a name to equal our reputation.
• How about Four Hooves Forge? Since you and me got two hooves each. Two plus two makes four.
• (laugh) I like it!
• We may have to share tools for awhile, until we can barter a second set.
• I don't mind. Wolf teaches us that what belongs to one, belongs to the pack. And you're my pack.
• Aroooo! (laugh)