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• I discovered recently that a friend of mine joined the Nightmare Court.
• You have my sympathies.
• What do you think attracts someone to the Nightmare Court?
• Some simply come into the world with a vein of darkness running through their soul.
• Do you ever wonder if you might have nightmare in you?
• No, never. Nor do I wonder whether you do.
• I wonder sometimes.
• I was thinking the other day. All these beings who've been living in the world for so many years, they've really messed things up.
• Hm. You could say that. They had thousands of years, if their history books are to be believed.
• And yet, so many still have a hard time saying "I love you." Or, "I'm sorry."
• The longer you're around, the more complicated life gets, I think.
• Yes. All these other beings, these non-sylvari, inherit more pain than they create for themselves.
• But, I met a human who was younger than our Firstborn. He seemed so...innocent.
• Humans don't have the benefit of the Dream's well of knowledge.
• But what had he been doing all those years? He'd had at least fifteen to catch up!
• The only thing that matters is the Wyld Hunt.
• How can you say that?
• Because I am no one without my Hunt. I'm a shell, a husk without it.
• We all do what we can to make the world a better place. Even those of us who don't feel the call to a Wyld Hunt.
• I know. We are all part of the same forest, and we need to work together.
• What about love?
• What about it? My love for you does not mean that I can give up my Wyld Hunt.
• What if my love for you makes me wish you would?
• Then perhaps you don't love me as much as you love yourself.
• You should have seen it! The Wyld Hunt valiants flew into battle like arrows. I've never seen such bravery in my life!
• I wish I'd been there.
• Actually, no you don't. If you'd been there, you'd have been killed. I barely got away. If it hadn't been for the valiants...
• I'm not as innocent as you think I am. I've seen bad things. I once saw a krait slice open a quaggan's belly. Poor thing screamed so horribly.
• I'm sorry. The world—our world—has many dark and bloody corners.
• Do you think we have enough valiants and heroes?
• I don't know. But, we have them, and that means we'll find out one way or the other. We'll do our best.
• I'm proud to be your friend.
• What makes you think I'd fit in your order?
• You have a keen mind, a sharp awareness of your surroundings, and you know when to remain silent.
• I'm not sure I want to spend my life hiding in shadows. I like the light.
• Without light, there are no shadows.
• I can introduce you. I'd gladly sponsor you to the order.
• Let me think about it. I'm not ready to commit to perpetual anonymity.
• Don't wait long. And whatever you do, don't mention this to anyone.
• Can I ask you a question about your order?
• Shoot.
• Is there a secret handshake?
• Several.
• Okay. I'm in.
• We entered the cave through a side entrance, and—not twenty steps in—the bedrock broke down and fell on us.
• Was it a trap?
• I believe so. We lost one of the explorers. Cracked skull.
• What do you do when one of your explorers is seriously injured or killed.
• We continue onward. All Priory explorers understand the risks. If we had stopped, he'd have lost his life for nothing.
• We crawled through and leapt a chasm or two. Finally, we made it to the ruins.