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- I believe in you.
- Pull yourself together. We need your courage, not your complaints!
- Hang in there.
- I'm ready. Really, I'm ready. No more fear. I can do this!
- That's what I like to hear. Let's go!
- I know. And I'll try. Thank you, %str1%, I'm glad you're here.
- I'm told by this delightful young miss here that you saved the life of our Master of Peace. It seems you have a knack for commanding the Aspects.
- I—you're kind, %str1%. Thank you. I'll do my best.
- Aerin was out of control. He had to be stopped. I'm %str1%.
- You're...you're right. I can do this.
- How did the Master of Peace look when you saw him last? Was he injured at all?
- No, he seemed hardy.
- He's determined and, of course, the best among us. If any of us could survive out there on our own, it would be him.
- Nevertheless, you're risking your own lives to try to catch up with him?
- We fear the day will come when he will need us. We want to be there when it does.
- We won't keep you any longer. Safe journey.
- Our turret's encountered minor cogschurn on the voyage, but the frequency isn't averse to a little sea spray. It'll do.
- Your weapon will be a big help against the dragon.
- Your weapon's impressive.
- Victory depends on superior firepower. We'll get it done.
- Glad to hear that. Let's get our gear and then head on in.
- Thumbs up and heads down! Point that dragon my way!
- What about your people? All those injured in the crash?
- We'll be ready. Eyeball on the sky-ball, knuckles!
- We're doing this for them. For now, they can help each other, but soon we'll need a safe place to shelter while we recover and rebuild.
- Oh, stop with the wootin' and get to the shootin'!
- What about your crystals? Aren't you afraid they'll be looted?
- You can jibber that jaw once again, bunky. Glip glop!
- Oh yes, but others will collect them. This responsibility we inherited, protecting Glint's legacy, it extends to all Zephyrites. We all play our roles.
- The Aspects are her magic?
- You inherited it?
- The Brotherhood of the Dragon was a dwarven society dedicated to Glint. Before they turned to stone, they passed that duty on to us.
- When was this?
- Over two hundred years ago. At first, we were a small group, nomadic. We lived in the desert and assisted Glint in any way we could. But then, Kralkatorrik awoke and destroyed her.
- You just keep us pointed at the enemy. Me and Snarl will handle the rest. I'll keep him close.
- You're sure that you two can work together?
- Do I hear a little worry in your voice? Afraid Snarl might get hurt?
- There will be bloodshed, and there will be brutality. It'll be fun.
- She and Destiny's Edge attacked Kralkatorrik and tried to kill it.
- I'm ready to mow down these Risen. Just give me the word!
- They failed. And Glint died. Her crystals are all we have left of her. We collected what we could from the desert, built airships where no one could touch us, and learned to use the Aspects.
- If he gives me any guff, I'll claw him. It'll be fine.
- I'll leave it all in your capable...claws.
- Hurt? I don't want him to cheat on our wager!
- Don't worry. There'll be plenty of Risen for everyone.
- Heh, that's the truth.
- Fueled by it. She lives on in the sun, wind, and lightning. Her body was overflowing with magic soaked up over the thousands of years that she'd lived. It continues to seep out of her crystals.
- And you sell her crystals?
- We should confer before you leave, %str1%. Do you have any questions?
- This new Pact—how will it function?