So you call yourselves the “Ilsabard contingent,” eh? I'm still struggling to understand why you'd go to such lengths to save your former enemies, but that's no concern of mine.
I don't much like the sound of what's going on out there... A bunch of imperials screaming, “Glory be to Garlemald” and charging about the ice fields? Damn it all, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse...
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Things have calmed down out there, it seems. I must say, it's a relief. While I've no love for the Garleans, the thought of them being slaughtered by their own sends a chill down my spine.
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Now more than ever, I'm certain staying put here in this cave was the right choice. We'll survive this, just you see.
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Now that it seems the world's not about to end after all─at least, not any time soon─more and more of us have decided to return to our homelands.
I'm planning to be the last one to leave, like a captain staying with his ship, as the saying goes...or was it “sinking”? In any case, I'm not going anywhere just yet.
If we're going to be trading with other nations, I reckon more than a few of us would be keen to get in on it. It'd be a living, and I can respect those who want to make it work.
Closest Aetheryte: Camp Broken Glass
