I hear plenty of talk here on the docks, most of it bad. I try to stay cheerful, but it's hard to keep your trunk up in the midst of so much doom and gloom.
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That damn tower was the root of all our troubles, and now it's disappeared without a trace. The merchants are daring to hope that the worst is over─you can see it in their faces.
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Even if we have to flee the island itself, we can't just leave Yedlihmad standing empty. Someone needs to stay here to oversee the docks... Someone like me, I suppose.
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The merchants are smiling, which is the sign I've been waiting for. It means that all of us─the weavers, the sailors, the dockworkers─will soon have plenty of work to do.
Closest Aetheryte: Yedlihmad
