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- Hello there. Who are you? I'm Epharr the Third, but my friends call me Squigg. I'm an expert on hylek. Like, did you know that hylek have a highly sensitive tongue?
- No, I didn't.
- I could have died happy without knowing that. Bye.
- I didn't think so. She knows I'm an expert on hylek, and the world would be a poorer place if I were unable to complete my observation sequence. Did you know that hylek have highly sensitive tongues?
- Thank you. I have to go now.
- Whatever. Good-bye.
- It's true. Sensitive, tactile, and extremely nimble. I've observed the hylek attempt to catch a bug sixty-six times, and not once did they miss. I have thirty-four more to go before I have my data pool.
- What else do you know about hylek?
- Better get to it then. Good-bye.
- They practice alchemy, small "a." It's kind of cute, really, the way they mix their potions and poisons. They're so serious, like they're doing something complicated.
- What else?
- Cute? Yeah. See you around, squirt.
- Poor, primitive creatures still worship the sun. It's adorable! They think that big orange ball in the sky is a god! They pray to it!
- Keep watching. Maybe you'll learn something useful.
- Greetings, fellow explorer! What brings you to our neck of the jungle? Are you studying hylek, too? If so, my brother and I have this spot, so you'd better go somewhere else.
- What are you studying about them?
- A leatherworker knows how to make armor that protects you in comfort and style as you travel the world. Interested?
- My brother is the foremost expert on hylek—at least, around here, he is. He's studying everything. Me, I'm studying their tongues. La la la la. Tongues.
- I see. Perhaps I'll talk to your brother instead.
- Please teach me to be a leatherworker.
- I need leatherworking supplies.
- Lower Fullness
- What can I craft as a leatherworker?
- Hello. Are you looking for anything in particular? Peace, perhaps?
- You're one of the Soundless?
- No. Nothing.
- I'm trying to be. My silence isn't as deep as others', but one doesn't change overnight. I still struggle.
- Why? What a cold life it must be.
- No, thanks.
- Welcome to the Weeping Isle. Have you come to share our tears or to bring us a smile?
- I have no time for tears, so a smile it is.
- While the Elder Dragons wreak havoc, who has time for either?
- Are your tears bitter or are they sweet?
- Neither. I can't stay.
- Don't judge me, and don't look for a tragic reason for my Soundlessness. I choose it because I must, just as you must follow your Wyld Hunt.
- Are all of you here Soundless?
- Speaking of which, I must go.
- To some extent. We came here to get away, but as it turns out, we could have chosen a better location. Still, we get by.
- Yet you stay. How strange.
- Perhaps you're right. To give in to one's feelings is a waste of energy and time. After all, we came here to emancipate ourselves from the Dream and the burden it imposes on us.
- Okay. Good luck, I think.
- Neither. Pain is a luxury we can ill afford. After all, we came here to emancipate ourselves from the Dream and the burden it imposes on us.
- Okay. Good luck with that.
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