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• Gate fortifications complete.
• I intend to join the College of Synergetics. At first, the College of Dynamics appealed to me, but there isn't nearly enough innovation there for my interests.
• Arrow carts at the ready.
• Catapults are operational.
• Assisting the progeny in their lessons requires quick thinking, intelligence, and physical hardiness. Cleaning the labs after them requires patience and a hard stomach.
• Your job sounds glamorous.
• On standby for our next task.
• My presence here is entirely out of respect for tradition. I created my first golem before I was able to properly hold up a wrench. I am an ideal candidate for the College of Statics. Krewes will be competing over me.
• Upgrades accomplished.
• New siege engines deployed.
• Progeny are so certain of their own expertise and judgment, many of them consider consulting a recruit a mere formality. But they all learn soon enough. My advice is invaluable.
• Ballistae built and prepped.
• Cannons up and loaded.
• Barricade sites identified, hammers ready.
• You, look at this shiny! It's sooo big! What a find, what a find.
• Can I have that crystal? It will help Scholar Dane save the skritt.
• Impressive! I wish I was clever enough to find a shiny like that.
• Very nice, but I have to go.
• Trebuchets assembled.
• Everyone settle down and pay attention.
• Scholar Dane needs that crystal to close the portal.
• If I see so much as one droopy eye, you're out. Understood?
• Let's continue where we left off last time. This wire here—
• The blue one?
• Hand over the crystal, runt.
• Hold your questions until the end.
• Gather
• Raw Containment Crystal
• Now, we want to twist the blue wire carefully around like so, and— Oh.
• Was that intentional?
• You never know with asura.
• Um, why don't you all take a break. Maybe take a few steps back?
• Wait, maybe it was the red wire.
• Just what do you think you're doing with that keg, soldier?
• Carrying it?
• (sigh) I meant, what is your intent?
• We were...intending to, uh, raise a mug in your honor, sir.
• Right. You can just put that back wherever it came from.
• I— Yes, sir.
• Welcome to Camp Resolve. We're grateful for the cooperation of your respective governments in the coming assault.
• We ask that you stay on alert for the duration of your time here. We've already seen hostile action at our camp boundaries.
• If you're unsure of how to be of most use, find a ranking officer in one of our three orders, and they'll find you a task.
• Good luck to each of you, and may Tyria prevail in the days ahead.
• Excuse me, Mr., uh...Gristlemane?
• Yes. What is it? I'm busy here.
• I'm here to speak with you about... That is... Is there someplace we can talk in private?
• No. You have something to say about my food, have the guts to tell me right out here.
• Very well. There have been some, uh, some complaints about your hair—
• (sputter) What? Who's got a problem with my hair? Point 'em out to me!
• It's just that it's...been finding its way into the food. I must insist that you wear a hair net.