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• Big, scaly. Has wings. Breath that stinks worse than rotting meat on a dungheap. It's pretty much a flying abomination.
• The tribune says it's a test. "Bring down Tequatl and show me proof."
• I don't know what the Vigil is doing here either, but it looks like they're gearing up for war.
• (sniff) Oh, Frostbite. That's just gross. I thought I trained you better.
• Then what did I just step in?
• Oh, gross. Dragon poop. I'm gonna have this stuck between my claws for days.
• This is just one of its footprints.
• All by yourself? Tell you what: if you take Tequatl all by yourself, I'll make your favorite meal for a month.
• It all started with refugees flooding in to Hoelbrak and the Black Citadel.
• Something drove them from their homes, and that something turned out to be a merger between the Flame Legion and the dredge.
• We tracked them, fought them, and pushed them back—hard.
• Then we broke their backs at the Molten Facility.
• I still have no idea how or why they joined forces.
• All I know is their little union got buried under tons of rubble when we dropped the facility right on their heads.
• Looks like we're about to have some company, Frostbite.
• Let's do this like we planned. I get a Tequatl chunk, I'm one step closer to joining the Stone warband.
• Yes, you'll get in, too. We're a package deal. The beauty and the beast.
• I think you got that backwards. We'll settle that later. First things first: let's bring down Tequatl.
• We got our trophy, Frostbite. Okay, I got my trophy. But you...yeah, what do you want?
• You can't be serious.
• Come back, you big ugly coward!
• All that effort and no prize. Just like Braham courting Ottilia.
• Come on. I still have a trophy to get.
• Frostbite, sound off. Are you okay? Missing any legs?
• Yeah, I know. That rotter got lucky. Eh, let's go back to camp.
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• You! I remember you from that Molten Alliance hassle. Good to see you back on another mission. You here stalking Tequatl, too?
• Maybe I am. Why are you looking for Tequatl?
• Rox, how have you been?
• This hunting ground is getting crowded. Looks like everyone's after a piece of Tequatl these days.
• Why are you looking for Tequatl?
• Tribune Brimstone dispatched me here with one mission: locate and defeat Tequatl and bring back a chunk of the rotter to prove it.
• For what reason?
• It's a test to get into the Stone warband. Kill the beast; bring back a trophy. I know, sounds more like a norn thing. Maybe all the time with Braham will pay off now.
• I can't complain. A few months ago, I was tail-deep in snow with the Molten Alliance. Today, I'm humping through this stinky swamp. Ah, a soldier's life is never boring.
• So, why are you going after Tequatl?
• Remind me: How did all that happen?
• Hmm. The tribune never said anything about teaming up with others. Yeah, sure. Me, you, and Frostbite will crush Tequatl. If you want, you can help us track it.
• Yeah, count me in.
• That rotter has left some mighty footprints in this muck. We follow the tracks, we hunt Tequatl. What do you say?
• Gotcha. Thanks.
• That's what I want to hear. Frostbite and I will be heading out shortly, so get ready. We ain't stopping until Tequatl's down and broken.
• Ah, burn me. It's one thing to get this swamp stink all over you. It's another to have that flying rotbag trounce us.
• What will you do now?
• Yes! That's how you do it! Victory smells so sweet. Sweeter than this cesspool, at least. We got Tequatl, and I got my proof. Warband, here we come.
• What's the plan now?
• Get back to camp, bind my wounds, feed Frostbite, and form a new plan. I ain't leaving until Tequatl is a pile of really dead flesh.