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- Cannon
- Rocket Turret
- I have another question.
- Not right now, thanks.
- We'll see about that.
- Thanks for the tip.
- Ah, is there anything so intoxicating as the exquisite scent of a murder of harpies wafting through the breeze on a beautiful day?
- I didn't notice, but I have some harpy feathers for you.
- Uh, I guess I've never been close enough to one to notice.
- To each his own, I guess.
- It's terrible! Our latest batch of "Asuralations" harpy perfume has worked too well. A smitten harpy kidnapped my brother, Wark! Please help release him from its sweet-smelling but ill-tempered grasp?
- That's horrible. So, do you still want the harpy feathers I've gathered?
- Slow down. What's going on?
- I hope you two are reunited soon.
- Wark and I have devised a way to turn harpy sweat and feathers into an irresistible perfume. Unfortunately, it has proven irresistible to harpies as well. As a result, one has eloped with my brother.
- Why don't you help him?
- The jotun may be mere brutes now, but they were once a great civilization that had advanced technology and knowledge of ancient magics.
- Because...I'm a genius. I get others to do my harpy-battling, my brother-rescuing and my laundry. Besides, if I left this production facility, Wark would lecture me for putting family before research.
- Can I assist with your research instead?
- You'll have to find someone else to rescue your brother. And do your laundry.
- Excelsior! Your contribution is will be sufficient to begin production. I will gladly take more should you acquire them. Take the hint and get back out there.
- You're welcome...I guess.
- Stefan Baruch
- (grunt)
- You are about to leave the story area.
- Never underestimate the potential contribution of a simple adventurer. You have impressed and surprised me. Expect a complimentary bottle of our perfume "Asuralations" when we finalize the formula.
- That's okay. A simple "thanks" will suffice.
- %str1%, it's most fortunate you're here. You've shown a special affinity for harpies. Would you care to assist with our research once more? My brother is seeking harpy glands to test his latest formula.
- You bet.
- I think once was enough.
- %str1%! Thank goodness you're here. Wark has found himself in the talons of yet another inftauated harpy. Can you help him?
- Cancel.
- Sorry, not again. Perhaps you two should consider getting a new hobby.
- Excelsior! You have proven yourself most dependable. And pleasantly persuadable.
- I'll do it for the science of perfumery.
- Ha! Didn't see me, eh? Well, I see you. Too bad!
- Maybe next time you won't be so lucky.
- Not now, thanks.
- You've been spotted, but don't feel bad. I'm just much better at this than you.
- Maybe this time, but who knows.
- Will do.
- You walked right into my sights. Better luck next time.
- If there is a next time. Better stay on your toes.
- Return to %str3%.
- You've been made. You're gonna have to try harder if you want to fool us.
- Remember, the next time you see nothing, it might be me. Or it might be nothing.
- See you later.
- Eir
- Welcome to Tawny Ridge. The Ash Legion is here to keep an eye on a Separatist group to the north. With the legions' efforts focused on the Brand, we can't allow our other enemies to catch us off guard.
- Return to %str3%. (Warning: Your story here is not yet finished. All progress will be abandoned if you leave the area.)