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• It's my proclivity to harbor at least some respect for my fellow scientists, even those significantly less cognitively inclined than myself, on principle. But I refuse to extend this courtesy to the Inquest.
• Understandable.
• Cannons set up and loaded.
• Green is a bright color! Smear green stuff on everything, everything will be shiny!
• That's a terrible idea.
• Barricade sites identified, and we're ready to go.
• We have trebuchets ready here.
• You are a terrible idea! Green stuff is fantastic.
• Fine. Go for it. Play with the green stuff.
• Exciting! New things! Always new things!
• You probably shouldn't touch that stuff.
• Peacemaker
• Peacemaker
• I can touch it! You not touch it! It's mine!
• No, really, it's...never mind.
• Peacemaker
• Seraph
• Dwayna protect us.
• Seraph
• Ooh! Magic-science worker in our cave! You bring shiny gadgets? You bring globby green shinies? You bring sparkling shiny sticks that go "zap!" for skritt?
• I came to warn you about the green goo.
• No, I didn't.
• Finding the best shinies outside! Floppy-earred science people leave them everywhere! Someday shinies will fill entire cave!
• That's great. I'd recommend against the green goop though.
• Seraph
• Warnings are bad presents. Don't want.
• Suit yourself.
• You have bad taste. That's the best shiny of them all. Today.
• Right. Okay, then.
• Officially, I'm required to inform you that it is against regulations to distract me from my security duties.
• And unofficially?
• Then I won't distract you.
• Seraph
• Unofficially, I implore you: please distract me. My robust mind craves stimulus. But you destroy a few weeks' worth of research once, and you're banished to guard duty. It was a minor setback. They're clearly overreacting.
• Valiant
• Data, equipment, anything that might interest the Inquest. This lab contains—or rather, will contain—the core power grid for the construction of a new city, in the same mold of Rata Sum.
• Sounds like quite the undertaking.
• We have an abundance of architects! We don't need more. Take your business elsewhere.
• I'm not an architect.
• Valiant
• Who taught you how to swing a sword? I've seen a quaggan hit harder.
• Disregard that, then. I've been barraged with inquiries from prospective engineers and krewe-less hopefuls seeking a professional engagement on our project. We need no additional help, even with all this Inquest intervention.
• What's the project?
• At this conjuncture, we're manufacturing building materials and finalizing schematics for the city we're designing. It will rival Rata Sum in its size, complexity, and the perfection of its design.
• Endeavor to demonstrate your genius to this assemblage of scholars, soldiers, and secret agents.
• When construction of this city is complete, it will be an architectural conquest of prodigious magnitude. Rata Sum will be dwarfed by its ingenious intricacies.
• You sound confident.
• How can we get more golems out here with us? We have a lot of heavy lifting to be done.
• The most prestigious minds in architectural engineering across Tyria are collaborating on this project. Its success is indubitable.
• Don't calculate your quantity of moas before the offspring emerge from their eggs.