Subdirector Noll: This is the least promising batch of refugees I’ve ever seen. Job-o-Tron! Status report.
Job-o-Tron: Less-than-thirty-percent-of-those-polled-are-currently-gainfully-employed-as-we-define-it.
Subdirector Noll: See? You’re all wastrels! Back me up here, Job-o-Tron.
Job-o-Tron: Subdirector-Noll-is-correct. Get-a-job, wastrels.
Job-o-Tron: Just-a-few-basic-questions. First-question: What-is-your-occupation?
Tergvi: I’m an adventurer. I roam the globe, taking what I can find and living off the land.
Job-o-Tron: Recording-response: “Raider.”
Tergvi: I’m no raider. I kill dangerous beasts and those who do evil. I defend the innocent.
Job-o-Tron: Updating-response: “Muderous-raider-with-delusions-of-grandeur.”
Job-o-Tron: Next-question: What-is-your-dream-job?
Tergvi: To be a traveler. I’ve been from the Shiverpeaks to the Sea of Sorrows, but there’s so much more to see.
Job-o-Tron: Recording-response: “Hobo.” Next-question: What-is-your-greatest-professional-accomplishment?
Tergvi: I’m not answering any more of your questions.
Job-o-Tron: Recording-response: “No-professional-accomplishments.” Now-tabulating-results…
Job-o-Tron: Update: We-currently-have-no-opportunities-available. Please-re-apply-when-your-skill-set-has-improved.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: I’d offer the traditional pirate’s greeting, but your spleen is better unperforated.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Okay, I’ve got settlers, Consortium bureaucrats, and Captain Magnus, all yelling at me.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: The settlers are getting restless. Plus, the local wildlife is getting frisky, and we all know how that ends.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Magnus wants it all sorted out before the upcoming festival begins.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Personally, I’ll be happy if we can just keep everyone from killing each other.
Aggren Vicegrip: I need out of this place. I hate the food, the water, I hate the air. And the sand? Hate it.
Consortium Agent: You there! Your break’s over. Get back to work.
Aggren Vicegrip: And I hate that killing that jerk wouldn’t matter. They’ll have a new jerk in place by morning.
Aggren Vicegrip: I’ve been itching to hurt something. You just volunteered.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: You hotheads are only making things worse.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: You can’t win. The first thing a Lionguard learns is how to end a brawl.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Right: any more violence and I’ll use all of you to chum the waters of Sawtooth Bay.
Aggren Vicegrip: Go ahead. I’d rather be shark bait than a prisoner.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: You’re not a prisoner. You signed a Consortium contract to be here.
Aggren Vicegrip: Because there was an emergency. Now the emergency’s over, and I want out.
Aggren Vicegrip: And I don’t want Consortium mercenaries on my tail for the rest of my life, waving that stupid contract.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: I’m sorry, but my hands are as tied as yours. You signed it, so you have to stick to it.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: In the meantime, quit stirring up trouble, or you’re fish food.
Henrika: I’m sorry. We were after the records… the contracts that keep us here. We just wanted to be free.
Henrika: He had a plan, and we were getting desperate. He said nobody would get hurt but the Consortium.
Henrika: He was… a sylvari. Kind of a snob. Tough, though. He knows this island inside and out.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: He… of course he does. He spent a lot of time here exploring the place. Didn’t think he’d ever come back, though.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: A reckless sylvari who knows Southsun Cove, and has a grudge against the Consortium? We’re looking for Canach.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: At least we’ve got something to go on. Now to see where it goes.
Henrika: Remind me not to sign any more contracts. Ever.
{{Thank you Kasaeva for finding this one}}
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Tell me everything. These buildings seem to be the target. What’s inside?
Subdirector Noll: That information is strictly on a need-to-know basis. And mind your tone. The Consortium is the victim here.
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Fine. Have fun being trampled and eaten until someone who needs to know shows up.
Subdirector Noll: Wait, wait. Given the circumstances… These are simple storage depots. Tools, supplies, records…
Inspector Ellen Kiel: Why would wild creatures attack caches of tools, supplies, and records?
Subdirector Noll: Figuring that out is your job. And just so you understand the stakes—this isn’t an isolated incident.
Subdirector Noll: Our Southsun records on the mainland have also been targeted. Destroyed, in fact.
Subdirector Noll: The originals here are all that’s left. I’m having them collected so we can protect them, but I want Lionguard assurances.
Subdirector Noll: If the Consortium loses this important asset, the Captain’s Council will hear about your incompetence.
(edited by Plagiarised.2865)