- Meffrid is hard at work trying to win over the villagers of Ala Gannha.
Ah, there you are, Forename. I've been trying to help the villagers deal with this food shortage of theirs.
Recently, the imperials have been swooping into villages unannounced and seizing supplies in order to prevent the people from stockpiling, in case they might be in league with the Resistance.
It's not much, but I've taught them a few tricks to better hide what little they've got left. How's Lyse getting on, by the way? You'd think people would be more inclined to trust a local girl─assuming they remember her, that is...
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N-No, I didn't mean to...
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...And where were you these past twenty years!? Where were you when we were being ground under the Black Wolf's boot!? On the other side of his bastard wall, living the high life, I'll wager!
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Ho, and who's this, another one of your freedom-loving friends, deigning to help us poor unfortunate souls?
Trying to whip us into a frenzy so we'll go and storm a castrum with our pickaxes and shovels!? Leave, all of you, before you bring a cohort down on us all!
And you─don't you dare speak like you're one of us. You can't even begin to understand what we've been through. You weren't here, Lyse! You weren't here!
This is my home, and I love it with all my heart. And if you truly have any love for it too, you'll keep us out of your doomed rebellion.
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...He has a point. No matter what I say or do, it doesn't change the fact I left them behind.
But this isn't about me, or anyone else. It's about Ala Mhigo. Let's go and find Meffrid.
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Why don't you go and see how Lyse is getting on? I'll join you in a few.
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Looks like the elder wasn't the only one unwilling to hear us out. Can't blame them, given what happened at the Wall.
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I thought I might be able to appeal to them as a fellow...I don't know. But, if anything, it just made them angrier. I haven't lived through it like they have.
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I can't claim to know the struggle like they do either, Lyse. I ran too, aye, but if I hadn't, I'd've never met Forename or the rest of you, and we might not be here today, in a position to make a difference.
So I don't regret my choices, nor will I apologize for them. There's more than one way to fight.
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Help! Someone, anyone─we need help!
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I don't like the sound of that one bit. Come on.
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Wercrata, he...<pant> <pant>...the tributum and...and the bloody ratmen, they... <pant> <pant> Damn it all!
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You there─take a deep breath, and then tell us what happened.
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It was all business as usual... The tributum's due soon, and we were taking it to the imperials when the Qiqirn attacked! They took my brother, and our money!
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Ruins to the south of here. Was just an old temple before they came and... Listen, Wercrata's the only family I've got left! If I lose him, I─
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The Ziggurat? If the ratmen took him there, he's as good as dead...
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We've got to get after them! If there's even a chance her brother is still alive, we have to try!
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I knew it wouldn't be easy, but...
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You're right, Lyse. We've got to help them, if not for the missing man then for the tributum. The Garleans won't suffer excuses if they're late...
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We can save him if we hurry! Come on!
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(You shouldn't get her hopes up like that. Everyone knows the ratmen eat their prisoners.)
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You've got to hurry! The gods only know what they could be doing to him!
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If this sodding leg of mine was any good, I'd...
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