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• How do I bring that thing to the surface?
• Give me a hint, what exactly are we up against?
• We risked our lives to save you and not even a thank you?
• Right. No time to waste.
• How? Why?
• No time to rest. Kas and I were making headway at the Priory. We've got another meeting scheduled with Magister Makkay. Delaying would be a mistake. We have to arm ourselves against Mordremoth.
• If you're sure, then go back. I need to go check in with the Pact.
• A big, quiet old library is exactly the kind of environment I need right now. It'll take my mind off things. We have to get Mordremoth, my friend.
• It's a walking Searing Cauldron, capable of bringing fire and pain down on people, armies, even cities. And it needs to get broken. Come on.
• Searing Cauldron? So this is serious, right?
• Let's go tear it down.
• You want a hug? You want a heartfelt and maybe tearful thanks? Grow up. We've got a superweapon to break. We accomplish that and I'll try to muster up an "attaboy."
• Is it dangerous?
• Then let's go break it. After you.
• No, it's all fuzzy blankets and lollipops. Of course it's dangerous, idiot. When I build something, it works like a dream. Or a nightmare. And this nightmare will level anything in its path.
• Then we don't have any time to waste.
• It's just up ahead. Keep your ears up and your weapon sharp. I'll be the one walking you through how to shut the walking Searing Cauldron down.
• We will. I promise.
• Take down its shielding. Smash the crystals and it'll be weak enough to destroy.
• And what will you be doing?
• We have to do something! Belinda!
• I'll be telling you idiots how to bring down the most awe-inspiring thing I ever built. Now, get to work and try not to get killed.
• I'll get right on that.
• I've got to admit I was conflicted, watching my crowning achievement being smashed to pieces to possibly save all of civilization. But at least it was done properly.
• That almost sounds like a compliment.
• How do you know Ferrah?
• That it was. Good-bye.
• We used to be enemies at Ebonhawke back before the cease-fire. Like all good friendships, it was born or mutual hatred and a desire to see one another rot in the sun.
• So, just how did you get to be friends?
• I'd hoped it might be something less cliched. Good-bye.
• What? I didn't...I mean...ah, spit. You didn't do half bad out there. You happy? That make your heart swell? Enough fuzzy blankets and lollipops for you? Grr...forget it. Never did compliments well anyway.
• So, how do you know Ferrah?
• I can tell.
• After the firing stopped, I saw this human approaching us. She asked me, and I'm not kidding here, if I was the siegemaster who had repeatedly failed to break the walls of Ebonhawke.
• I don't know. I'll have to do some research. Maybe this is a special blade. I just can't...believe she did that.
• It'll be okay. Take some time for yourself. Get some rest.
• I snarled that I was indeed the one who went easy on Ebonhawke and spared their sorry butts. She just smiled and tossed me a bottle of Ebonhawke wine. Vile bathtub stuff, but we drained it then and there.
• How did she know you?
• Nice story. Take care.
• She was in charge of fending off my siege machines. Seem we got to know each other long before we ever met. She's a good opponent and, especially after today, a hell of a friend.
• Seems like it. Good-bye.
• Poor things. Well, I owe you a debt. After this, I'm headed to the Silverwastes to further my research. If you find yourself in the area, look me up. I'll treat you to a nice meal.
• We simply take the fire from the cauldrons on our side of the hall and transfer it to the cauldrons on the other side. I trust I won't have to warn you to dodge any boulders that might hurtle our way.
• Fire good. Boulders bad. Got it.
• Why do you want these bombs?
• I'd like to render them incapable of blowing us to bits. You lack the requisite knowledge to disarm these bombs. And that's not a skill one should learn by trial and error.
• So bring all the bombs to you. Got it.
• Hold on. I'll need to prepare.
• Head Gatekeeper Roinna
• Linsay Morell