Loric

## Dialogue

greet
 Lannon

> Hello, weary traveller! Let me play you a song!
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Arbo

> Greetings, weary canine! May I interest you in a treat?
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Merewen

> Ahoy, weary maiden! Would you care to dance?
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Rycard

> Welcome, weary stranger. Might I interest you in a tale?
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Airendal

> Umm.. hi... whatever you are. Can I.. ughh... I have to go.
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Gallitzin

> Salutations, weary warrior. Shall we share a pint of ale and tell tales of wonder?
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Shione

> Well met, weary traveller. Might I have your hand in marriage? No? I suppose that was rather forward of me...
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Bhulown

> I... know you... do I not?
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Dimas

> Do you have any new stories? Sometimes I feel as though I have heard them all.
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Laszra

> I can see that you are a man well learned. Let us share our stories and a drink sometime.
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job

> I am a bard. I beguile weary visitors with instrument, song and tale. It is a life worth pursuing, and only one pursued by those willing to give up the comforts of having a home and a family.
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fog

> I have travelled through enough of it to know I do not wish to re-enter it. It is no normal fog, mind you. I see visions of my memories flash on its edge, a reminder as my thoughts leave me. I used to know so many stories..
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book

> I used to carry one with me on my journeys... perhaps I still have it. Ah, yes, here it is. You may have it... but not for free. Would you be willing to find my lost lute?
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> It is called the Voice of Errolas, and has been passed down in my family for... well, a long time probably. I dropped it into the stream near the inn, and it disappeared over the edge of the waterfall.
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> There may be nothing left... but please return it if you can. Afterwards, you may have this book.
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> I don't know why, but I feel as though that book brought me great joy and great trouble. It is only a feeling though. I have my beloved lute back. It will need much work, but I am happy to do it. Thank you.
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Emerisk

> The mayor says there are no other villages, but I can prove it! I know all of the greatest hits from the nearby villages. I shall sing one for you. Let's see... something about a goat... two loaves of bread... no no, that was dinner...
> Perhaps the mayor is right. I was so sure, and yet now I cannot recall any...
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Agmarians

> You have heard of them? How unusual. Most in the village have not. I once knew a very friendly one, but I cannot recall his name. We even travelled together, believe it or not.
> Those who do know of their existence often see them only as vile enemies. But I find them fascinating.
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Renault

> I have heard that name before. It was from a story about a sacred place with protective magic. The hero of the story takes shelter in an ancient shrine to hide from evil. The shelter shields him and he has time to heal.
> I do not remember much else, sadly. Many of the stories I once knew are fragmented. Why did I become a bard if I am so bad at remembering?
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caves

> I love to sing about them. There is so much unknown, and so much to learn. Ancient writings say that most of civilizations began underground because it was so dangerous above.
> Hah, I almost believe my own tales. How ridiculous... ancient writings... preposterous I know.
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graveyard

> I travelled through one once. It was late and I took a break beneath a large oak tree. It was an odd place to rest, but I felt something come over me. Anyways, I looked up at the stars, and there was something above me in the tree. It had the faintest glow.
> I reached up and plucked it from the branches, and it was a fruit, but somehow only the spectre of one. It was so peculiar. Anyways, so I ate it. Perhaps, in hindsight, this was foolish. But oh the rush of energy!
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Goblins

> Joyful little things. I once had one as a companion. Yes, it was locked in a cage, of course... for our safety. But, oh the joy it brought to the children to see such a sight! I cannot remember what became of it. Dangerous little things they are...
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Scaphin

> I once entered a drinking contest with one, to which I sorely lost. They can drink as much liquid as a man has in his entire body! They cannot, however, handle their liquor. I retrieved my lost coin when he passed out. Lightweights.
> For all I know there is still a bounty on my head for that whole ordeal.
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librarian

> Most towns have at least one, depending on the size of the library. It is most odd if you ask me. Why bind up blank sheets together? To what end? I must be missing something.
> That reminds me, I lost one on the way here... a book, not a librarian. I was staying in a small home just west of here. How long ago was that? Cycles, maybe.
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silver

> Metals are one of those things I could never get excited about. I know... it is to my shame. All things should be exciting to a bard, should they not. And yet, I could not convince myself of this.
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corundum

> Yet another metal. Yes, I have heard of it. No, I do not care to speak of it anymore.
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blue light

> I see them in the fog, along with many other flashes of color and light. I cannot say exactly why, but sometimes they resemble people or places I feel like I once knew.
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moons

> They hang above us, high and lofty. It is said they are responsible for some of the aberrations that walk this world. That being the case, their positions can also manipulate those creatures. There is not much more that I know of them, except perhaps for Gammon.
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venture

> My venturing days are over. A new adventure has begun! I will teach others of the things I have seen.
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Gammon

> Gammon, the elemental moon. It controls the elements some say. Fires rage stronger when it is present, and cold grows even worse when it vanishes from the sky. At the horizon, both earth and lightning are empowered, for they sometimes work together.
> But this is most likely just a tale. Perhaps I will set up an experiment one day to test this out. What would I have to lose? How thrilling! I have gone and excited myself.
> Some say this, some say that. It is impossible to know the truth, is it not? And I have a hard time remembering even what I know to be true. All I ask for is good material for my next song.
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Kalindraur

> Yes... that does sound familiar. But I cannot place it.
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Codex

> Are there not many codexi? Codexes? Coddix maybe... regardless, the word usually refers to some collection of knowledge. Anyways, I know nothing about them.
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dark lord

> Of course I have heard tales, and, possibly, made some of my own. A reign of such length surely has room for my own take. I was writing a series... but I cannot imagine how, nor do I know where any of the copies are.
> I am suddenly quite sad, and I do not know why. I feel like I have lost something important to me. I certainly am prone to losing things lately.
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cage

> Some things are kept in a cage for our safety. Others are kept in a cage for their own safety. It makes you wonder about the fog doesn't it? Is something trying to keep us in, or something else out?
> I came through the fog, so you would think I'd know. Sadly, I can remember but a few songs and tales, and those are fading as well.
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