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- Droknah Gate
- Her name was Traffa. A genius in Blast Radius Theory, just like my mom. She left me for the lure of Errant Technology Disposal. Pneumatic Actuation I could understand, but "Errant Technology Disposal"?
- We're close. I scouted around while waiting for you, and it doesn't look good. I'm seeing signs of dredge.
- End of the Road Waypoint
- We go fast and silent until sneaky don't cut it anymore. Then we go fast and mean.
- You there. I'm here on Tribune Brimstone's orders. Report!
- We had no warning. They came out of the ground before we could sound the alarm. Dredge and Flame Legion.
- Your warband?
- Was stationed here, yeah. Some are dead, but the others barricaded themselves behind the south gate. Here's the key. The invaders were in pursuit. We have to—
- (sniff) Smell that? Something's not right. That's sulfur, and that means Flame Legion.
- They're near. Stay close.
- Surrender, female! You're outnumbered and outgunned.
- I don't think so. I've seen things scarier than you come out of my pet.
- We're too late.
- Veteran Buff
- (chitters)
- Look, treadmarks. Footprints. They took some of the workers away, alive.
- I have to secure the hatchery, but then I'm going to track them down.
- When I find out where they took the prisoners, I'll contact you.
- You have to send troops. My friends, my home. We're losing everything. People are dying.
- Who do you think you are, barging into my office like this?
- My people are hunters. They don't know how to fight an army!
- True. But that doesn't make me your keeper. You're in the wrong place. Go talk to Knut Whitebear. I'm up to my eyeballs in refugees.
- Ideation Leap
- I'm Eir's son. I heard...I thought you would help.
- Eir has no son. Get out of my office. Now!
- Saltflood Altar
- ...Talk about that later. I've got a mission for you. You're aware of the refugee situation.
- Yes, Tribune. I heard the Flame Legion have been mobilizing in northern Diessa Plateau.
- You heard right. They're mucking with our assets up there, and it's singeing my fur.
- I need you to secure that hatchery we discussed. You think you can handle that?
- Yes, Tribune. I'll leave right away.
- Good. Take any support you can find. You're likely to need it.
- Yes, Tribune!
- Gnashar's Viewpoint
- Chose a new pet?
- It chose me.
- Well, it suits you. Train it well.
- I will.
- Her loss.
- I couldn't return to Rata Sum. Too many bad memories. Bad choices...not mine, Traffa's. "Errant Technology Disposal"? But the best cure for lost love is arcane research, so I joined the Durmand Priory.
- What's your next step here.
- Could have been worse. She could have blown you up. Take care.
- Acquire what samples I can from this chamber and procedd with the analysis of a lifetime. The Flame Legion were clearly on the verge of a breakthrough. It's unprecedented, and it must be studied.
- What was the breakthrough?
- So, wait. How does a Durmand Priory scholar know so much about explosives?
- Have fun with your research.
- I was wondering, Tribune. When—
- When will you know if you're qualified to join my warband? When I'm damn good and ready, gladium, and not before.
- Branded Champion Ogre