Tempered Garleans have been sighted not only within the city limits, but as far as the Eblan Rime. They are people─made of flesh and blood, just like you and I─though I confess it is sometimes easy to forget.
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The situation won't change of its own accord, or simply because we wish it to. If we've any hope of improving things, then we must act.
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Your deeds have reached those in the contingent via Sharlayan. No words can do justice to our gratitude.
Closest Aetheryte: Camp Broken Glass
