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- Run. Get out of Lion's Arch while you can.
- Head east. Leave the city before the gas gets you.
- No more running. Let's keelhaul these dogs!
- Come closer. Lemme show you what this salty lass can do with a blade.
- Give it your all. We ain't lettin' these monsters stay another minute.
- Step lively. The air's not going to be sweet forever.
- Wind's shifted. It's going to get foul here soon.
- (cough) Not gonna lie. This city's smelled better.
- Air's getting worse. Start looking for an exit, kids.
- (cough) The fumes...too much. Abandon ship.
- Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed
- Move forward. Butcher everything that ain't us.
- Retake the fort. No prisoners!
- It's open season, boys and girls. Do me proud.
- I spy, with my remaining eye, a bunch of rats I want out of my city!
- Get this trash out of Lion's Arch!
- Don't let them take the fort.
- Where are they coming from?
- Hostiles from the north!
- Keep a path open for those fleeing!
- More hostiles within the walls!
- (groan) My eyes. I can't see.
- Don't worry about the miasma. Focus on searching for survivors.
- (cough) That's a foul stench. The miasma must be getting thicker.
- (groan) What we need is a crosswind to clear out this gas. Hurry with whatever you're doing.
- This gas...burning my lungs. (cough) Fall back. Find your exits.
- The air...(cough)...too poisonous. Get out of the city. That's an order.
- Ettin Loot Box[pl:"Boxes"]
- Veteran Destroyer Loot Box[pl:"Boxes"]
- I want a cordon along the shoreline. No one gets in the water, nothing gets out. Move.
- If we run low on rations, we can eat these fools. They're already cooked!
- Ahoy, you bilge rats! I got some fire for ya!
- What do you need me to do?
- This place was founded by pirates. Let's show them how pirates fight!
- I can do that.
- Refugee Camp Director
- Lionguard
- Keep going. We need to establish a foothold here.
- Don't give up any ground.
- Move up and take back the city.
- We're overwhelmed here. Fall back.
- Retreat and regroup.
- It's too much. This area's lost.
- The air's still good. Barely. Keep fighting.
- Ugh...getting worse. This breeze smells like rot.
- (cough) This gas is getting worse. Be careful.
- Start falling back. We can't fight in this stench.
- Everyone, get out of the city. The air's poison!
- Giants Loot Box[pl:"Boxes"]
- Can I ask you something else?