- Chai-Nuzz is looking not a little anxious.
Oh, Forename, my dear. I regret to say that all this moving about has begun to take its toll. Yet my darling husband soldiers on like the redoubtable soul he is.
I am entirely unqualified to help him with the Talos, of course, but I do what I can to make him more comfortable. A cup of water here, a massage there...
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Gah, there's no point worrying about such things now. I'll get back to my calculations. You, meanwhile, should go and rest as your friends suggested.
My wife and the Exarch should be in the tavern. Why don't you join them?
Oh, and Forename? Ahem...
Thank you.
Why are you still here? Go and get some rest while you can! |
...The Exarch? He went outside a moment ago, my dear. I would've thought you'd have seen him.
He kept me company for a short while, but then he came over rather pale. He's clearly been straining himself, the poor thing.
Anyway, he excused himself, saying that he needed a breath of fresh air. Weak as he looked, I did offer to go with him, but he assured me he would be fine. I do hope he's all right...
Did you find the Exarch? I don't imagine he could have gone far... |
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The Exarch does not appear to be anywhere in the vicinity. There is only the shoebill, gazing unflinchingly southward.
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The future is where my destiny awaits...
Forgive me, I was...lost in a dream.
I needed some fresh air, and thought to rest for a moment. It would seem I am more fatigued than I realized.
Too much time away from the tower, I fear. It drains me─leaves my body frail and weak.
Though, in truth, it is debatable whether I can still call this my body...
When first I turned my mind towards the salvation of the world, I came to the conclusion that it would take many long years. Many more than remained to me.
And so I made myself one with the Crystal Tower, that I might live indefinitely.
I am but an extension of it now. Hence my weakness the farther I travel, and the longer I am away.
It has been quite a journey.
But thanks to you, the end is in sight. My wish will finally be fulfilled.
How goes the construction effort?
Then this may be the last moment we have to ourselves for a while. Come, sit with me.
Tell me, when all of this is over, what will you do? |
What will you say?
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What I always do: seek out mightier foes.
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Rest awhile.
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Ah, yes. Even should we succeed in forestalling the Eighth Umbral Calamity, the specter of war will remain. But to declare your intent with such easy resolve... You truly are a heroes' hero, my friend.
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In the hundred years they have existed, no one had come close to ridding us of even a single Lightwarden. Yet already you yearn for the next challenge. You truly are a world apart from us all.
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That would be well deserved. You might consider roaming Norvrandt not as her savior, but as a simple sightseer. Viewed through such eyes, I am certain she would seem quite different.
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Well, you needn't hurry to decide. I was merely curious to know what sort of future lay in store for a hero with his life ahead of him.
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But whatever it is you decide to do, I have every confidence that you will do well. For you have the strength to forge your own path.
You will leave countless lives better than you found them, and the souls you touch will never forget your kindness.
Then, in trying times, when you question your worth and your choices, they will raise their voices to remind you of the difference you have made.
And thus will your deeds come to affirm your path. Remember this. |
What will you say?
| What will you do when this is over?
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I would know more of you.
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When this is over... Indeed...
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Of me? You mean what I intend to do afterwards?
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I once told you that there are things we can ill afford to lose.
“Things,” I said, though in truth I spoke of a person. One who is unaware of the full extent of my plans. Though he deserves to know, I have good reason to keep my counsel.
I have come to terms with this in my mind, yet my heart yearns to lay everything bare. For he is my inspiration, and I would give much and more for the chance to speak with him as friends, with no thought of concealment.
Should he indulge me with his tales, I would regale him with my own─about my efforts in Norvrandt, perhaps.
Though...ultimately, that tale is more yours than it is mine.
Then...I would ask him about his next adventure. And if he should wish me to be a part of it, oh...how happy it would make me.
Together, we would travel the lands and cross the seas and take to the skies upon the eternal wind... My heart swells simply to imagine it.
But all of this is contingent upon our victory in the coming battle.
The people of this world have entrusted their hopes to us. We cannot fail them.
...Nor those who roused me from my slumber.
Thank you for your company, my friend. Let us return to Amity. |
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There you are! Ahhh, what a relief... When Dulia told me that the Exarch had disappeared, and that you had been a long time finding him, I had feared the worst had happened right before the moment of truth!
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The Exarch is back, thank heavens, and it seems the sea breeze did him a world of good! I do hope you managed to get a spot of rest as well!
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Worry not, my friend. I am much revived for the fresh air─and your fine company, of course. Now then, let us turn our thoughts back to the task at hand.
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Meanwhile, in the imperial palace on the Source...
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Garlean Imperial Palace, Throne Room
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Your Radiance. I have taken the liberty of quashing the vile rumors that your heir is possessed by a devil.
With the nation in the grip of war, we may rely on patriotic zeal to prevent them from resurfacing.
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He has taken himself to the First, to usher that world to its end.
Or so I believe. He did not disclose the details of his mission, having ever preferred to work alone.
Even to those who have known him since the beginning, his actions can prove...unpredictable. |
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I am no stranger to his ways. He joys in playing me for a fool. Full many times have I been convinced I was acting of my own volition, only to discover all was as he willed it.
My dear grandfather...
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On the subject of our esteemed colleague: his last report, though brief, did contain one item of interest.
You have doubtless wondered why the Scions of the Seventh Dawn have not taken the field of late.
It is because they are no longer in the Source.
The hero of the Scions has journeyed to the First─as have his comrades, albeit incompletely. Their bodies yet remain here in the Source.
This presents an opportunity. If we can defeat the Alliance prior to the Scions' return, we may eliminate their order at a stroke.
And with the Scions gone, none shall remain to thwart our plans. It will be but a matter of striking down the hero upon his homecoming.
Which, lest you forget, is essential to the realization of our objective. Of both of our objectives.
Through Hydaelyn's meddling, Her champions threaten to wrest the reins of fate from our grasp. The world is at risk of being dragged down the false path.
One which will never see man reclaim his true form.
'Tis unthinkable that he should supplant us, incomplete as he is. Such a devolution is abhorrent. And it must be stopped─before it is too late.
The hour is come, Your Radiance. Order your armies to march once more. Crush all who stand in your way.
This is your heart's desire, is it not? To seize a victory that is yours and yours alone─for the future of Garlemald! |
Oh dear... You do not wear the mummer's motley well. I was never one to take an interest in tedious conflicts.
The whereabouts of my one true friend, however─they interest me greatly. I but hope the beasts of this “First” are providing him proper sport.
I would know every detail, Lord Zenos. Or would you rather I called you Elidibus? |
...Hm. Unexpected. Most unexpected.
That immortality should be within the reach of one with a borrowed Echo.
You have outdone yourself, Zenos yae Galvus. |
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I have no particular attachment to that name─but I am rather fond of that body. Without it, I cannot enjoy my hunt to the fullest.
Your secrets or my flesh. I care not which you give me first. The choice is yours.
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