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- I'll have Lionguard search the camps. And I'll put a bulletin out for the others.
- Oh, Voppa.
- Right.
- Fort Marriner has never fallen in all the years I've lived here, and it ain't falling today! Where's our reinforcements?
- We're it, Captain. Everyone else is either lost or...dead.
- Then get angry and spit on your blade, lass. We're gonna be doing a mess of killing soon.
- Aye, sir.
- Three more cases of the rattling cough. The sick aren't responding to standard healing incantations.
- Collect sputum samples from the infected, and bring them to the Red Labs immediately.
- At once, Lightbringer. What should we do about the sick?
- There's little we can do for them. Focus on gathering as much intelligence as we can.
- And don't call me Lightbringer. We're aid volunteers from Sparkfly Fen. Adhere to the cover.
- Understood.
- I want to ask you something else.
- The refugees keep mentioning a sky platform with a drill burrowing for something in the harbors of Lion's Arch.
- I'll let the master know. Keep talking with the refugees. It'll have to do until we get operatives inside the city.
- I've gotten confirmation of Priory and Vigil relief camps set up in Lornar's Pass and Gendarran Fields.
- But we're still not getting word from our informants there. Odd.
- Please, have you seen my tiniest progeny? Two feet tall. Red hair. Female.
- Sir, I'm just here to keep people from running back into the city. Have you checked with the refugee coordinator?
- They haven't seen her. No one has. One minute, I was holding her hand, and then...
- I was thinking, because of your proximity...you've seen people coming through.
- Actually, I'm more of a ceramics person. Good-bye.
- I mean, you'd notice a little girl, right?
- I'm sorry, sir, but—
- What are you people good for anyway?
- Everything we have, gone.
- We still possess life, and each other. That's something quantitative.
- We have nowhere to go. How could the Lionguard let this happen?
- Where are the reinforcements from the other cities?
- You'd think Divinity's Reach would have sent a deployment.
- I heard there's a couple of Seraph in the camp looking for a golem.
- I hope Logan Thackeray didn't hurt himself straining to sign that order.
- Anyone hear what happened to Magnus and Kiel?
- Nothing straight. I heard Magnus was killed in Fort Marriner, and I heard Kiel saved him. Who knows?
- Say, Lionguard. I have a few chifforobes that need moving.
- All this moisture is starting to warp the red oak. All of that wainscoting. (sigh) And my silks are getting all musty.
- Are you seriously requesting that I handle your stock at a time like this?
- The pay is good, I assure you. (laugh) I have plenty of money.
- Then you'll be interested in donating to the emergency fund for the refugees.
- Uh...what...errr.
- Of course, such a donation—a rather large one I might add—would include your wardrobe remaining in fine condition for the duration of this emergency.
- Hey, that's—
- Everyone, this fine man just donated a princely sum. Thanks to him, you'll have clean sheets and hot food for days to come.
- This is robbery.
- Do I hear another donation coming on?
- Honestly, don't the Lionguard have this wrapped up by now?
- If this keeps up, I'll have to settle for my guest villa in the Salma District.
- Out of season? You'll be with the rabble.
- I know. (sigh) I suppose one must make sacrifices.