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• Have you heard from your mother recently?
• Not for several months. Her letters have stopped coming.
• I'm sure she's just very busy or perhaps too far afield for mail.
• Half of me wishes she hadn't run off to fight Jormag's minions in the north. The other half...understands.
• We get few reports from the northern shores, although I've heard rumors that the kodan have landed.
• My mother would love meeting a kodan. She's dreamt of it all her life.
• For a Bear shaman, that must be the most legendary of events. I do hope they don't disappoint her.
• I have only one last thing to do in preparation for my journey. I must visit a Snow Leopard shaman.
• You seek a blessing?
• Yes. Only Snow Leopard will be able to help me once I've reached the high peak.
• Is your grandfather's stead beyond the clouds? Will it take long for us to reach him?
• Us? I told you. I'm going alone.
• Wrong. I'm going with you. There was a time when you could have made the journey alone, but those days are over.
• The world is no longer carefree and predictable. The Elder Dragons have changed all that.
• Every season, you take supplies up the mountain to your grandfather. Aren't you afraid that, one of these times, you'll find only his bones?
• That's why I go. Someone has to burn his remains and speak the words that will send him to the Mists to be with the Spirits of the Wild.
• Admittedly, it's always a pleasant surprise when I find his eyes shining upon me instead.
• You're the laziest hunter I've ever known. You have to trim your arrows better than that.
• And you're such a lumbering oaf, your totem is Dolyak.
• I've shown you how to do it a thousand times. You know how. You just choose not to do it right.
• Your haircut looks fine.
• Please tell me we're not going to your mother's lodge for the next moot.
• History in the making. You don't want to attend a moot?
• I don't want to attend your mother.
• I put a candle in the window for him every night, to guide him home.
• Don't worry. He'll come back—just as soon as he's saved the world.
• He's my only son. I'll never forget the look on his face when he told me he'd joined the Vigil.
• I imagine he'll never forget the look on yours either.
• It's one thing to worry about him roaming the hills around our stead, hunting, facing danger.
• It's another entirely to have him so far away, seeking even more dangerous foes.
• His legend will be that much greater.
• A mother's first concern is not for her son's legend.
• The Vigil exists to fight the Elder Dragons. There is no more worthy foe than that.
• My head understands, and in my heart, I am proud. But what if—
• Only the Spirits can know. Leave it to them.
• I've made enough dried chicken feet talismans to take a load to the haven.
• You actually manage to sell those horrible things?
• Oh yes. Humans think they bring good luck, and charr use them to pick their teeth.
• If you wait a day, I'll make enough mouse-skull necklaces so that I can go with you.
• I welcome the company. Besides, I may have to buy one of your necklaces myself. I know a certain young necromancer who would love one.
• I don't suppose a dried chicken foot talisman would fend off the winds?
• You having trouble?
• Not me. My mate. Perhaps if I ground one up and fed it to him?
• You could try, but I don't give refunds if it makes the problem worse.
• I just met Higilda, the new hunter who lives up the ridge. Did you know her family was killed by dredge? Her mate and two little girls.
• No! How horrible. I guess that's why she migrated here.
• I'm going to take her some elk stew in the morning, to welcome her to this side of the mountain.
• Do you think Higilda has enough firewood? I could share some of mine.
• There's always so much to do when you first set up stead. I imagine she'd welcome the gift.
• Did I tell you about the buck I brought down the other day? It charged me after the first arrow.