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• Oreling
• Corrupted Spirit of the Forest
• Keep the Mill Safe
• I'm ready for a real game. (Enter activity.)
• We're launching three simultaneous invasions of Orr, but the northern road is blocked by rotmouths. If you clear them, Pact Forces will be able to reach the invasion launch locations.
• Do you have any treasures you might be willing to part with?
• Have you discovered anything of value?
• Any chance I could buy some of those weapons?
• The terminal presents you with a question: "Which one of the original six gods of Tyria was considered a betrayer and cast out of the pantheon?"
• "Correct. Images of Abaddon across Orr were destroyed, and his cathedral cast into the sea."
• "Incorrect. You should study a bit more about the gods of Tyria."
• "Incorrect. Dwayna is revered by the humans of Tyria to this day."
• Choose carefully. Both orders have the potential to discover the truth. I have faith in your decision.
• Can you tell me about Caladbolg?
• Will you tell me a little about Riannoc, Mother?
• Thank you for your trust, Mother.
• It was the only weapon I have ever made, and doing so took a great deal of spirit. It was meant to be the blade of heroes.
• What happened to the sword?
• Thank you. I will find out the truth.
• My initial twelve children are called the Firstborn. Riannoc was brother to Caithe, Trahearne, and the rest. He was as valiant as the shining sun.
• I understand, Mother Tree. May I ask you something else?
• These are dark tidings, %str1%. Riannoc was the first sylvari to meet death. We never knew what happened...
• Which order's plan should I choose?
• Who is this "Mazdak," and what does he want?
• I'll find out what happened to Riannoc. I promise you that.
• Mazdak the Accursed is a lich, a powerful one, in the service of Orr. I do not know his true history.
• We'll have to find out more. Can I ask you another question?
• He was one of the Firstborn, alive when there were only twelve sylvari in the world. I knew him well. We all did.
• Ah, Riannoc. I warned you—told you not to go alone. But you did not listen. We were all so confident. So unafraid of death...
• You told him not to go?
• Good luck, Valiant. I'm sorry the Vigil can't lend assistance on this one.
• Why not? What's going on with the Vigil?
• Pardon me, I have quite a bit on my mind. So troubling...
• Fabulous! I've been eager to try this ritual for two whole years, but no one was brave enou—I mean, I'll meet you near Lychcroft Mere!
• The ritual goes back on the shelf, then. A pity. Best of luck to you with the Order of Whispers!
• Thanks, Iowerth.
• I'm glad to see you examining the more inventive route! I assure you, you won't regret it.
• You said you had some kind of magical ritual to see the dead?
• What do you think of the Order of Whispers' plan?
• Eh...I'm not convinced. Let me think about it.
• Asking a bunch of miscreants and bandits? Feh! You'll find yourself shivved, mark my words.
• So, you think we'll learn more about Riannoc's death with the ritual?
• That's a fair point. All right, let's try your ritual.
• Let me consider my options.
• Not death, Herald—we can see the last minutes of life. Be witness to the events immediately before Riannoc's death. Think of it!
• Very. I'm in, Iowerth. Let's do the ritual.
• This sounds like it could bear investigation, hm, Herald?
• Iowerth's order has a lot of toys, but they're useless if you can't rely on them. His ritual is a dice-toss. We need information, not hypotheses.
• That does seem reasonable. Tell me about your plan?
• All right. I'm convinced. We'll do things your way.