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- Let's leave by the front door.
- I need a moment to decide.
- Be well.
- Step up and get bruised!
- Hooray!
- Yes, come over to me.
- We won't allow it.
- Hm. I must say no.
- What are you doing out here, citizen?
- No. With everything I have, no!
- I'd say so.
- Oh my, yes.
- Halt.
- Walk with me.
- (laugh)
- That!
- How curious.
- I saw your face in the Dream.
- Thank you so much.
- Terrible, terrible, terrible.
- I'm warning you!
- Glorious!
- Let us depart.
- Tribal Trident Skin[s]
- Tribal Warhorn Skin[s]
- Tribal Greatsword Skin[s]
- Excuse me, I can't talk right now.
- Tribal Torch Skin[s]
- Tribal Sword Skin[s]
- Thank you for your time.
- Why not?
- Take
- This should leave a nice bruise!
- No one seems to be home.
- Go on.
- Are you sure you saw what you think you saw? Where?
- I was in Lion's Arch. The probe there has become active.
- Oh no! What do you think it means?
- I think it means Scarlet's attention will be drawn there.
- That can't be good. Have any others gone green too? I wonder if there are others? What are we going to do?
- Teamwork. We need to investigate this.
- How did your...mate die?
- In the cave-in, with the rest of my warband. His name was Nonus Pickflea...I mean Nonus Pickaxe. Pickflea was a nickname. We teased him. We'd been best mates since the fahrar.
- We were the Pick warband, best miners in the region. We could turn out more ore in a day than anyone.
- It must be hard for you, left alone.
- ...I miss them.
- What? What are you talking about?
- That's impossible. I don't believe it. You were still hallucinating.
- Well, tell us.
- Hello and welcome, %str1%! Have you been here long?