We must remain as mobile as we are able in such temperatures as these. I fear that if we stand still for too long, the ice and snow may freeze our very bones.
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I've thought a great deal about what I feel to be my greatest achievements since arriving here.
I suppose it would have to be driving forth into the frigid north, despite knowing full well the dangers therein, and the very fact that I yet remain here.
Unmaking the thralls is paramount in our efforts to quell the chaos raging in Garlemald. We must be on our mettle─now more than ever!
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We are running all manner of investigation on the Enceladeum and other imperial facilities. No doubt the knowledge we glean will be of use to us in the near future.
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To see such a fearful color paint the sky darkens the spirits, I confess. It feels as if we are one foot in the grave.
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Errant warmachina yet roam the streets, and this place is as cold as it's always been. Though it seems all is as it was, I sense change on the horizon.
Now that you and the Scions have granted each and every one of us another chance, we shall not waste it.
Closest Aetheryte: Camp Broken Glass
