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• Some would say the gods were watching over us. I'd rather recognize the bravery of those who stood the line against terrible odds.
• Not everyone survived the shipwreck, but we brought back as many as we were able.
• Their loss will inspire our campaign and never be forgotten. Well done, everyone.
• Listen up. I'm getting reports that an Aetherblade airship crashed nearby. There's bound to be treasure on board.
• Right. And you want us to...blow up the ship?
• (sigh) No. I want you to drive off the pirates and plunder their plunder! My campaign could use the resources.
• I like the way you think, Captain.
• Hey, I'm a politician. He who lifts it, gets it. Hold out until I send backup your way.
• You're back! And with good news from the look on your...purple face.
• A successful mission, sir! Nearly cost us our skins, but the pirates eventually retreated...with several bruises to their name.
• And to yours, I see. What of the treasure?
• We secured a fair amount of gold, but the pirates managed to snag some before they fled.
• So long as it covers expenses and turns a profit, it's a victory—and one step closer to the council seat. Well done, crew.
• (growl) That tears it! Everyone, to me!
• Captain?
• The hordes are amassing beyond our line of defense. Could be pirates, could be Inquest. Either way, we could be in trouble.
• What are your orders, sir?
• It's simple: no Zephyrites means no trade agreement! Keep them safe. I'm going to get reinforcements.
• Good luck, sir!
• Who needs luck with a face like this? Just stay alive until I return. Then we'll show these dogs who's in charge.
• Good, you're still alive! Miss me?
• (chuckle) Missed the reinforcements, sir. We were all too close to becoming fish slop.
• I had every confidence in you. The Zephyrites won't be able to overlook this triumph!
• No, but we lost some good fighters in the skirmish. It wasn't easy, sir.
• You can't have it all in this business. You can only work to keep the ledger black. Every time you do is a small victory. You did good work.
• All hands on deck! I've an especially important task for you. A supply retrieval...of sorts.
• Well, that's not vague at all. Is this a mission or a game of hide-and-seek?
• (growl) Keep interrupting me, and you'll be seeking your tongue.
• Now, I (cough) overheard that some unclaimed supply baskets will be conveniently arriving on our doorstep.
• So we keep them? Sell them? I don't know where you're going with this.
• No. I—no! We return them to Zephyr Sanctum! Those supplies are worth more than just gold. Their return will win me the approval of the Zephyrites. Now, go!
• What's the word on the supply drop?
• We got a good haul, as much as we could grab, but we weren't alone.
• As expected. People tend to notice when goodie bags fall from the sky. At least we recovered most of them.
• We did recover most of them, right?
• Sir, we...we grabbed as many as possible, but the Inquest was there, too!
• Damn those rubbery little lizards! (sigh) It'll have to do. I'm off to see the Zephyrites.
• Sir, my assistant and I have come to understand your people.
• May we discuss the possibility of a trade agreement between your charming sanctum and the great city of—
• I'm not his assistant, sir. I can tell you that my city has much to offer you, year-round. Our gardens—
• Ahem. Pardon my intrusion on your display of feathers. Tell me. Do your people support you?
• Absolutely! I am beloved among the people.
• And you, Lionguard?
• What? Well...I'm rather well liked, I suppose.
• Good. You must both now impress me with the enthusiasm of your supporters. If you succeed, we'll discuss a trade agreement.
• There's a small, smoldering packet of what appears to be Flame Legion food.
• If neither of us gets this trade agreement, it'll be all your fault.
• My fault? You're a mouse fart who thinks she's a hurricane. Please.
• Oh yeah? No more being nice. You're going down, Gnashblade.
• (chuckle) Just stand aside, Ellen, so you don't get your feelings hurt.