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- Satchel[s] of Knight's Emblazoned Armor
- Satchel[s] of Knight's Noble Armor
- Satchel[s] of Hearty Outlaw Armor
- Satchel[s] of Hearty Noble Armor
- Satchel[s] of Honed Leather Armor
- Satchel[s] of Honed Leather Armor
- Satchel[s] of Honed Noble Armor
- You bet.
- The Lash warband's in charge here. You have business with us?
- Rytlock: 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.
- Speak up, will you? I'm a little hard of hearing.
- Braham: I'm Eir's son. I heard... I thought you would help.
- Rytlock: Eir has no son. Get out of my office. Now!
- What a party.
- I can't wait for dessert.
- ♪I've not had one too many! More like one too few!♪
- I hope everything is to your liking.
- Having a good time, I hope.
- Excuse me. I'll be with you in a moment.
- Yes, yes. What is it?
- Oh, how quaint.
- You want to talk to me?
- This isn't something you see every day.
- Costume Brawl Toy: Double-click to equip a bundle which grants fun costume brawl skills. Brawl skills will only hit other players also using costume brawl.
- Well, hi. I figured you were out being important or something. This place looks pretty good when it's not filled with Molten Alliance corpses, eh?
- Smells better too. How's life?
- Definitely. Talk to you later.
- Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Rox. You got a pet? This is a great place to train it.
- %str1%. Are you training yours?
- I'll keep that in mind. Bye.
- It's okay. I've been preparing for the next stage of my warband trials. It would be a huge honor to join the Stone warband. I still can't believe they invited me to try.
- I can believe it. See you later.
- Some days I think he's training me. Frostbite's the smartest devourer I ever met. He keeps leading me back here, so I guess this hatchery is going to be my second home.
- %str1%, right? Good to see you. As you can see, the hatchery is recovering, and my warband is back together—those who survived, thanks to you.
- You lost some of your warband?
- Rytlock: ...Talk about that later. I've got a mission for you. You're aware of the refugee situation.
- Glad to help.
- Welcome to the North Nolan Hatchery. Only the best warbeasts are bred, hatched, and trained here.
- You've got a lot of staff here.
- Rox: Yes, Tribune. I heard the Flame Legion have been mobilizing in northern Diessa Plateau.
- Impressive. Bye now.
- Some of 'em. We've got a good half dozen still around, though. We're looking for a gladium, like Rox, who wants to join. I can't imagine being the sole survivor when all your warband is killed.
- Good to know. Bye.
- Not so many as we had. We're the Lash warband. The Molten Alliance killed some of us. That was a dark day.
- Seems like. Bye.
- Every last one. Some sort of mine accident. She don't talk about it much. We'd ask her to join our warband, but Tribune Rytlock Brimstone has made her a better offer. Of course, she has to pass his tests.
- Interesting. See you around.
- We had some trouble a little while back with dredge and Flame Legion. The heralds started calling them the Molten Alliance, and the name stuck.
- What did they do?
- You a friend of Rox? She's something, yeah? I never respected gladium 'til I met her.