The Tribune's Call

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The ghost attack on Smokestead killed many charr in Ashford, devastating your warband and leaving your future uncertain. Tribune Torga Desertgrave of the Ash Legion has summoned you to the barracks to discuss your prospects.

— In-game description (first part)

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Ash Legion intelligence says the Flame Legion is building up to something big. Tribune Torga Desertgrave has dispatched you to the Serrated Blade tavern to meet with her agent and find out more.

— In-game description (second part)

The Tribune's Call is part of the personal story for charr characters who completed the tutorial Fury of the Dead, and are members of the Ash Legion.

Objectives[edit]

Meet Tribune Torga Desertgrave at the barracks.

Meet Tribune Torga Desertgrave at the barracks.
Survive the Flame Legion's sneak attack.

Meet with Tribune Desertgrave's agent at the Serrated Blade.

Meet Torga's agent outside the Serrated Blade.
Find a way to get the Flame Legion spies out of the bar.
Follow the Flame Legion spies to their hideout.
Assassinate the Flame Legion sentries.
Listen at the door of the hideout.
Eliminate the Flame Legions spies.

Report to Tribune Desertgrave at her office.

Report to Torga on the third floor of the Imperator's Core.

Rewards[edit]

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All professions

2,641
50
Leather Bag (8 Slots)
Bag of Loot (3)

Profession-specific

One of the following: Chainmail Gauntlets, Ringmail Gauntlets, Scale Gauntlets
One of the following: Rawhide Bracers, Marksman's Bracers, Studded Leather Bracers
One of the following: Cloth Gloves, Linen Gloves, Velvet Gloves

Walkthrough[edit]

Once you reach level 10, check the mail interface for your new message and then go back to the Hero's Canton—your home instance—in the Black Citadel.

Report to Tribune Desertgrave; be ready for a fight against Flame Legion Assassins after the cinematic. If you fight the assassins outside the tent then you will receive help from the guards (even if they go down pretty quickly) and have more room to manoeuvre. Another cinematic will start when the last assassin has been killed.

After the dialogue, travel to Canton Factorium in the northwestern part of the Citadel. When ready, enter the instanced version of the area where you'll meet Sicaea the Shrouded. Follow her inside the tavern and talk to the Suspicious Charr, Shady Charr, and so on, to find the Flame Legion spies and make them go out of the tavern.

NPCs[edit]

Allies[edit]

Charr

Foes[edit]

Flame Legion

Objects[edit]

Door

Bundles

Dialogue[edit]

Open world[edit]

Fengar Cruelmane, aide-de-camp to Tribune Torga Desertgrave of the Ash Legion

URGENT: Report to Your Barracks

I regret to inform you, on behalf of Tribune Torga Desertgrave, that your warband suffered heavy casualties during the recent defense of the Smokestead. While the tribune considers your performance during the engagement to have been exemplary, the tragic losses to your ranks necessitate some consideration of your future with the Ash Legion. Tribute Desertgrave requests that you meet her in the Black Citadel to discuss the matter.

—Fengar Cruelmane

At Hero's Canton[edit]

Entering the instance:

Clawspur: At least you made it. I think we're the only ones left.

Clawspur: Near as I can tell, everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.

Dinky: You made it. But I think we're the only two left.

Dinky: Everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.

Euryale: At least you made it. I think we're the only ones left.

Euryale: Near as I can tell, everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.

Maverick: We're the only ones left I think. Lucky we made it out.

Maverick: Near as I can tell, everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.

Reeva: At least you made it. I think we're the only ones left.

Reeva: Near as I can tell, everybody's at some kind of briefing at the Mustering Grounds.

Talking to your sparring partner:

Clawspur: I knew you'd make it. You've always been the best of us. But I'll miss'em the others.

Dinky. Euryale. Reeva and Maverick. What happened to us out there?

After you went in, the brass split us up. Different objectives. Our friends were cut down like wheat. I got to higher ground.

I've got another question.

Sure. What now?

(Offers same three dialogue options as original box)

Never mind. Let's go talk to the tribune.

Thanks for the info.

What about Howl? He was our warband's lieutenant. Did he die, too?

Nobody knows. Howl was in the crypts when Barradin collapsed'em. You dug out. He didn't.

Nobody? Nothing at all?

Not unless that trinket he'd found magically teleported him to the Shiverpeaks. He's rubble.

I've got another question.

Thanks for the info.

I've got another question.

Thanks for the info, Clawspur.

What do you know about Tribune Desertgrave?

She and Makk the Silent are the two Ash Legion tribunes assigned to help the Iron Legion retake these lands. Torga's got seniority, so she's our legion's final authority in Ascalon.

I've got another question for you.

Thanks for the info, Clawspur.

We're to report to Tribune Desertgrave. Let's get a move on.

Dinky: Empty bunks. Empty rooms. Why'd they all have to die? Didn't they like it here anymore?

Clawspur. Euryale. Reeva and Maverick. What happened to us out there?

After you went in, the brass split us up. I saw the others die. I'm going to miss them, <Character name>. You'll stay with me, though. Right?

Let's move out.

What about Howl? He was our warband's lieutenant. Did he die, too?

I forgot about Howl! Oh, wow. I bet the rocks got him! He was in the crypt when it crumbled and sunk. Yup, rocks got him, or he'd be back by now.

What do you mean, "the rocks got him"?

When that big ghost died, the whole catacomb crumbled. Anything inside it was pre-buried. That sucks. He was going to give me that shiny amulet thing he found when he died, too. He promised.

Let's move out.

What do you know about Tribune Desertgrave?

She and Makk the Silent are the two Ash Legion tribunes assigned to help the Iron Legion retake these lands. Torga's got seniority, so she's our legion's final authority in Ascalon.

Let's move out.

We're to report to Tribune Desertgrave. Let's get a move on.

Euryale: I tried to see the tribune, but that whiny little aide-de-camp of hers wouldn't let me pass until you got here. I should go pound him 'til he stops saying "stop."

Dinky, Clawspur, Reeva and Maverick. What happened to us out there?

After you went on, some stupid, self-absorbed dolyak-face of a centurion split us up. Dinky went down first, then Reeva was surrounded. I tried to help, but I was...too late.

I need to ask you another question.

Sure. I'll try to calm down and give you a straight answer.' (Offers same dialogue options as original box)

Let's move out.

What about Howl? He was our warband's lieutenant. Did he die, too?

Howl? Lost in the fighting, when the crypt went down. Caved right in on him. Bravest of us all. Or the stupidest. Sometimes they're the same.

Lost? Didn't they recover the body?

Nope, nothing. Not even that shiny rock he was always playing with. You remember that one? Lost it to me in our card game, and wouldn't give it up. Stinker.

I need to ask you another question. (Same as above)

Let's move out.

I need to ask you another question. (Same as above)

Let's move out.

What do you know about Tribune Desertgrave?

She and Makk the Silent are the two Ash Legion tribunes assigned to help the Iron Legion retake these lands. Torga's got seniority, so she's our legion's final authority in Ascalon.

I need to ask you another question. (Same as above)

Let's move out.

We're to report to Tribune Desertgrave. Let's get a move on.

Maverick: So many in our warband killed. I tried to tell them, "Watch me. Fight like me. Be like me." I guess it just wasn't enough.

Dinky, Clawspur, Reeva and Maverick. What happened to us out there?

Tactics went all wrong. I told you I should have been legionnaire. We were split up, and it got them all killed. There's only one of me, you know? I can't be everywhere.

I've got another question for you.

Hey, I'm all ears. Handsome, well-brushed ears. (Offers same dialogue options as original box)

Let's move out.

What about Howl? He was our warband's lieutenant. Did he die, too?

Howl? Lost in the fighting, just like the others. I saw him charging into the crypt like a madman-but he never came out. Then the whole thing collapsed. Good way to go, really.

Collapsed? He was trapped in there?

"Trapped" would imply he lived. He didn't. I imagine he's in the Mists now, looking down on us, wearing that crazy amulet he loved, and laughing at us.

I've got another question for you. (Same as above)

Let's move out.

I've got another question for you. (Same as above)

Let's move out.

What do you know about Tribune Desertgrave?

She and Makk the Silent are the two Ash Legion tribunes assigned to help the Iron Legion retake these lands. Torga's got seniority, so she's our legion's final authority in Ascalon.

I've got another question for you. (Same as above)

Let's move out.

We're to report to Tribune Desertgrave. Let's get a move on.

Reeva: You're here! You're all right! I was so scared. Now that you're back, I feel like I can almost go on. But what do we do without the others?

Dinky. Euryale. Clawspur and Maverick. What happened to us out there?

We were too spread out, and ghosts were everywhere. We couldn't handle it. The others... When we saw what was happening, Euryale told me to run. The last thing I saw was the ghosts cutting her down.

I've got another question, if that's okay.

It's okay. I can handle it. Go ahead and ask. (Offers same dialogue options as original box)

Let's move out.

What about Howl? He was our warband's Lieutenant. Did he die, too?

Oh, poor Howl. What happened to him was the worst of all. After you defeated the big ghost, the whole crypt collapsed--with Howl inside it. I tried to dig for him, but it was no use.

He was buried by the rubble? There's no chance he got out, like I did?

I wish, but no. The collapse was too bad. I kept hoping that silly good luck charm he had would save him, but in the end I guess it really was no more than a shiny piece of glass.

I've got another question, if that's okay? (same as above)

Let's move out.

I've got another question, if that's okay? (same as above)

Let's move out.

What do you know about Tribune Desertgrave?

She and Makk the Silent are the two Ash Legion tribunes that have been assigned to help the Iron Legion retake these lands. Torga's got seniority, so she's our Legion's final authority in Ascalon.

I've got another question, if that's okay? (same as above)

Let's move out.

Never mind. Let's report to the tribune.

Talking to Fengar Cruelmane before talking to Torga:

Fengar Cruelmane: Tribune Desertgrave is waiting, <Character name>. Better hustle, sir.

Why aren't we at the Mustering Grounds with everyone else?

The tribune asked to meet you in private after alll[sic] the others have gone. Must be something important. I wouldn't keep her waiting.

I'm on my way.

On my way.

Talking to Tribune Torga Desertgrave:

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: At ease, soldier. Damn shame that the battle at Smokestead nearly wiped out your warband. Without you, Barradin would be stomping our skulls by now.

<Character name>: Yes, Tribune. I owe my survival to Rytlock Brimstone. He held the line until reinforcements came to take out the duke.

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: True. Still, Legionnaire Howl was lost in the fighting, so your warband needs a new leader. Congratulations. You're promoted to legionnaire.

<Character name>: Thank you, Tribune. I'm ready for duty.

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: I have an operation for you. We have intel that the Flame Legion has infiltrated the citadel. Their spies—

Fengar Cruelmane: Excuse the interruption, Tribune! We have hostiles incoming. Ready for battle! Guard Tribune Desertgrave!

Fengar Cruelmane: Blades out! We're under attack!

After the ambush:

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: Well done, Legionnaire, you're already proving your worth. As for you, Fengar—do you really need to go back to the fahrar and relearn basic perimeter security?

Fengar Cruelmane: The sentries won't mess up again now that they're dead and... uh... I'll get new ones.

<Character name>: You're lucky I was here, Fengar. The real question is: was this an attack of opportunity, or is the Flame Legion planning something?

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: They know we're onto them. Those miserable Flame rats; all they did was verify our intel. Their blunder's our chance.

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: Here's your mission, Legionnaire. Go to the Serrated Blade tavern and ask about Black Citadel brandy. Your contact will say, "The barkeep waters it down.

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: I'm told some Flame sympathizers spend their time there. Discover who they are, and find something I can use to derail their plans. Questions?

<Character name>: None. I'll be quick and quiet, Tribune.

Talking to sparring partner before leaving the instance:

Clawspur: So, we're running surveillance. You're point; I'm backup. Just like old times.

I need to ask you a couple of questions before we move out.

Sure. What now? (Same as previous dialogue)

Hmm. Never mind. I'll meet you near the Serrated Blade.

You got it. Let's get a move on.

Dinky: You're calling the shots now. Let's go spy on some Flame Legion.

I need to ask you something first.

Yeah. Go ahead. I'll try really hard to remember more. (Same as previous dialogue)

You got it. Let's move out.

Euryale: I'm glad they made you boss. You deserve it. Now I get to watch your back while we trail some Flame Legion jerks? I like where this is going.

I need to ask you a few questions first.

Sure. I'll try to calm down and give you a straight answer. (Same as previous dialogue)

Likewise. Let's move out.

Maverick: Now we're getting somewhere. Howl was a great braggart, but a lousy leader. With you in charge, we'll rebuild this warband in no time.

Lemme ask you a few question first.

Hey, I'm all ears. Handsome, well-brushed ears. (Same as previous dialogue)

Keep your mind on the assignement, Mav. Let's move out.

Reeva: Congratulations on the promotion! I say we celebrate, then go kill something in battle, then bake a nice red velvet cake with white icing. Yay!

I need to ask you a few questions first.

It's okay. I can handle it. Go ahead and ask. (Same as previous dialogue)

Never mind. I'll meet you near the Serrated Blade.

First, we complete our assignment at the Serrated Blade. Then, cake. Gotta keep our priorities straight.

Talking to other allies Hero's Canton:

Fengar Cruelmane: I can't believe I'm stuck here shuffling papers while the Flame Legion causes so much trouble. When do I get to be a real spy?

The Flame Legion don't know when to quit.

Don't get me started. They want to enslave Ash, Blood, and Iron again, just like centuries ago, but they forget that we broke free back then and won't stop fighting now. I don't care if they ARE the fourth legion. They're going down.

''And how about that namby-pamby god they worship?

You'd think they'd give up, after it all went wrong way back when. Though, I have to admit: they're powerful magic-users, and their imperator is mighty. The Flame Legion's dangerous—nothing to sneeze at.

Don't worry, Fengar. I'm always alert in Flame Legion territory. See you soon.

How'd these assassins get into the Black Citadel?

Don't know yet, but the tribune's got her best soldiers on it. The agent at the Serrated Blade will tell you more.

On my way.

Don't worry. You'll have your chance one day.

Tribune Torga Desertgrave: My agent outside the Serrated Blade can give you details. Stop wasting time, and get out there.

I've got a question, Tribune, if I may?

Ask, but be quick about it.

Someone screwed up at the battle of Smokestead, and a lot of my warband died. I want revenge.

Those responsible for the losses at the Battle of Smokestead will be dealt with, I promise you. Your mission is handling the Flame Legion incursions. Do your job.

Understood. I'd like to ask you something else, Tribune?

Thank you, Tribune. We'll head out now.

That attack-how did the Flame Legion know you'd be here?

It's hard to keep your movements quiet when you're a tribune. It's likely someone saw me arrive while the rest of the troops were heading to muster, and Flame made an attack of opportunity. It's happened before.

Understood. I'd like to ask you something else, Tribune?

Thank you, Tribune. We'll head out now.

You really hate the Flame Legion, don't you.

Old enemies. Those murderous, chauvinistic zealots. They've been active lately, aggressively recruiting disgruntled Blood warbands, trying to steal key schematics from Iron, and now this. They're planning something. Your job is to find out what it is, Legionnaire.

Understood. I'd like to ask you something else, Tribune.

Understood. We'll head out now.

How should I proceed with the mission?

You take point, while your subordinate acts as backup. Follow my agent's lead. She'll tell you more when you get to the Serrated Blade.

Understood. I'd like to ask you something else.

Understood, Tribune. We'll move out now.

At Serrated Blade Tavern[edit]

Entering the instance:

<Sparring partner> salutes <Character name>.

Clawspur: Let's get started.

Euryale: We're here.

Maverick: Let's get started.

Reeva: Let's get started.

Talking to your sparring partner:

Clawspur: Okay. I'll hide nearby. If I see if[sic] trouble, I'll head in.

Skulking is what you do best. Still, be careful.

Dinky: Woohoo! It's sneaking time! What?

Your enthusiasm's good, but the volume is bad. Just be careful

Euryale: I'll be hiding over there. One sign of trouble and I'll hose this place down with damage.

Sounds good. Be careful.

Maverick: It's smart for you to be the one hiding. I don't think even Sicaea's skill could keep people from looking at my handsome face.

You're a pillar of humility, Maverick.

Reeva: You're sure you'll be okay? Really, really sure? After what happened in Smokestead, I hate being separated.

That's the right idea, but I'll be with Sicaea. Stay hidden, and everything will be fine.

Talking to Sicaea:

<Character name>: You there, scrapper. This place have Black Citadel brandy?

Sicaea the Shrouded: Sure. But between you and me...the bartender waters it down.

<Character name>: Around here? I'm surprised he's still alive to do business. Speaking of business...Desertgrave sent me.

Sicaea the Shrouded: I've identified two Flame Legion spies inside the tavern. They have the password we need, but we can't attack them inside without starting a free-for-all.

Sicaea the Shrouded: If that happens, the spies will use the chaos to make the escape and we'll lose them for good. Ideas?

<Character name>: Hm. I could encourage them to leave now, and without causing a scene.

Sicaea the Shrouded: Really? Well, lead on. I want to see this.

Talking to your sparring partner before he/she leaves:

Clawspur: Do I know you? You should keep moving, stranger.

What? Oh! Of course. My mistake.

Dinky: Oh, boss! Sorry. There was this ladybug, see, and I was... No, no problem. I'm on it now. Promise!

Stay on task, Dinky. I need you ready.

Euryale: Isn't talking to me a little against that whole "hiding" plan, boss?

Whoops! My mistake.

Maverick: I know I'm hard to ignore, boss, but you don't know me. Right?

Whoops! Right.

Reeva: What's wrong? Are we abandoning the mission?

Oh! No, it's still on. I'll get back to the mission.

Entering the Serrated Blade:

Sicaea the Shrouded: I'm right behind you. Show me what you can do.

Drunken Charr Soldier: Barkeep! More ale! And maybe some whiskey! And hurry up.

Bartender: Welcome to the Serrated Blade. If you cause trouble in here I'll cut your tail off. Until then, sit anywhere you like.

Speaking with Sicaea the Shrouded:

Sicaea the Shrouded: I'm following your lead. If we can get those Flame spies out without raising suspicions, I'll be officially impressed.

I've got some questions for you first.

Sure. What do you need to know?

Why can't we just rush in and attack?

For all anyone else knows, those guys are just normal soldiers. We'd look like the criminals. And if we cause a big fight in the bar, they'll use the pandemonium to get away.

I've got another question.

Understood. Let's go.

What information do these spies have?

Specifically, a password to the main Flame Legion camp. Hopefully, they'll just blab it if we can get them alone.

I've got another question.

Understood. Let's go.

Any suggestions on how to proceed?

Environment is key. Anyone and anything could a good distraction-even the targets themselves, if you're good enough.

I've got another question.

Understood. Let's go.

Tell me about our targets.

They're a pair of Flame Legion spies that I've been tracking for a couple of days. I was getting intel, and waiting on the tribune's order before I took them out.

I've got another question.

Understood. Let's go.

Never mind. I'm ready. Let's do this.

Follow me in, and act casual.

Speaking with the Drunken Charr Soldier:

Drunken Charr Soldier: Hey, you! Yeah, you. You look like a mangy, lettuce-eating freak. What do you want?

You're at my table, skritt-brains. Clear out.

Yeah? Well, it's my table now. What are you gonna do about it?

I'm going to thank you...for keeping my seat warm. After I knock you off it.

I'm gonna...wait. At the rate you're drinking, you'll be on the floor soon enough.

Nothing, just wanted a reminder of what happens when you drink too much.

If fighting the drunk soldier:

Bartender: You goons know the rules! No brawling! Take it outside!

Drunk Charr Soldier: Argh... fine, take my seat, I'm too drunk to sit anyway.

Suspicious Charr: (growl) We need to find a quieter hangout.

Shady Charr: What? That's part of the charm. See you next time, barkeep!

Speaking with the Bartender:

Bartender: What'll it be, soldier?

Double whiskey, neat! And a toast!

A toast, eh? To what?

To Kalla Scorchrazor, who proved the Flame Legion to be nothing but worthless cowards.

To...to...oh, I forgot. Guess this is why you're supposed to drink AFTER you toast.

Nothing. Sober duty calls.

If toasting to Kalla Scorchrazor:

Bartender: Hear, hear! To Kalla Scorchrazor, our sister-in-arms!! Down with the Flame Legion!

Shady Charr: It's getting too political in here, let's go.

Suspicious Charr: Right behind you. Hearing this trash makes my head burn.

Speaking with the Shady and Suspicious Charr:

Shady Charr: Get lost. You stick your nose in our business and we might just cut if off and keep it as a momento of the time the guy stuck his nose in our business and we cut if off and kept it as a momento.

I was hoping for someone to pass the time with but I see you're not in a hunting mood.

Suspicious Charr: Back off. This conversation's private. No strangers invited.

"Stranger"? Would a stranger offer to buy the next round?

Why do we need your charity, when we can just take all your money and buy the next round ourselves.

My plan's better. No one gets hurt and after a few no one feels any pain.

Skewer this. It's pointless to talk now. We'll just have to come back later, when it less...friendly in here.

No fun, no fun at all. That's okay. I'll catch you next time.

Okay, but you're missing out.

Don't get your whiskers in a twist. I just needed a place to sit.

After offering to buy drinks for the Flame Legion spies:

Suspicious Charr: That drunk's still staring at us. What a pain in the tail.

Shady Charr: Let's just go. Out the door. Very fast.

When getting Flame Legion charr out of the tavern:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Nicely done! I thought we'd have to set the place on fire to get them outside.

<Character name>: Getting them to move was simple. Getting the information, on the other hand...

Sicaea the Shrouded: Let's tail them. It's best if we get what we need without directly engaging. That way, they can't go warn anyone.

<Character name>: And if they catch us following them?

Sicaea the Shrouded: Then we see if you fight as well as you spy. You lead, I'll follow.

After the Flame Legion charr leave the tavern:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Aha! There they go. Looks like they're off to meet someone.

Sicaea the Shrouded: Let's tail them. See who they're working with.

Sicaea the Shrouded: Time to get to work. Here, this might help.

Talking to Sicaea:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Quickly!

On it!

After leaving the Serrated Blade:

Flame Legion Spy: Hey. What's going on! I thought you two were hitting the Serrated Blade.

Suspicious Charr: Too many drunk troublemakers there. Couldn't get anything done.

Suspicious Charr: We have to drop by the hideout before we go to camp. Keep an eye out, right!

While following the Flame Legion charr:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Interesting. They're sticking close to the bar. I thought they'd go farther afield.

Sicaea the Shrouded: Burn me—I realize where they're going. Maybe that's why so many workers have been disappearing lately.

Sicaea the Shrouded: Damn... I was right about the workers. Flame Legion's been killing them off and subbing in shills. Clever bastards.

Charr Engineer: Trybulus gave you an order and you're reporting in without a kill?

Shady Charr: There were complications. Besides we have business here first.

Charr Engineer: Fine. Head on in and get it done. You better hope nobody followed you.

Talking to your sparring partner:

Clawspur: Get 'em!

On it!

Dinky: No! I won't let them hurt you!

Let's get 'em, Dinky!

Euryale: We'll slaughter the lot of them!

Yeah, we will!

Maverick: Get out of my city, filth!

Let's get 'em!

Reeva: I won't let them hurt you!

Let's get them!

After the Flame Legion charr head in to the hideout:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Those punks have the info we need. Let's take out the guards.

Flame Legion Sentry: Enemy contact!

After killing the guards:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Let's listen in at the door and see what we can find out.

Talking to Sicaea:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Now, hurry—before they give us the slip.

Right!

Talking to Sparring Partner:

Clawspur: Press those ears to the door, boss, and let's find out that password!

Right!

Dinky: The door! The door! Is it saying anything?

I'll see what I can hear.

Euryale: Get on your task! The door! Listen at the door!

Right!

Maverick: That was fun! Did you see how heroic I looked? Hey, aren't you supposed to be doing something?

Oh! Listen at the door. Right.

Reeva: Whew! Hurry, listen at the door before I lose my nerve!

Stiff spine, soldier. I'm on it!

When listening in at the door:

Suspicious Charr: Here's where we split. Report back to camp rookie.

Shady Charr: They changed the password again. I forgot it already.

Suspicious Charr: I can't keep covering for you.

Shady Charr: They change it at random. Sometimes twice a day! Who can keep track of that?

Suspicious Charr: Everybody but you! Fine, but this is the last time. It's "Burntsoul" now.

<Character name>: That's the info we need. What do you say: leave now, or take them out?

Sicaea the Shrouded: I say we take them, Legionnaire. Quick and quiet.

<Character name>: I like the way you think.

Sicaea the Shrouded: That door is in our way. Break it down!

Talking to your sparring partner:

Clawspur: I've been waiting all day for this!

Me, too!

Dinky: Kill those guys!

On it!

Euryale: Scorch the Flame Legion! Blast and burn them!

It's a start!

Maverick: Like a thunderbolt!

Murderfy 'em!

Reeva: Tear them apart!

Working on it.

After taking down the door:

Shady Charr: What the...Intruders! Kill 'em!

After deafeating the Flame Legion charr:

Sicaea the Shrouded: Get that password back to Torga. I'll clean up here and catch up with you. Go!

Talking to Sicaea the Shrouded before leaving the instance:

Sicaea the Shrouded: I'll take care of the bodies and meet you at the Tribune's office in the Imperator's Core. Hurry!

Do you think the Adamant Guard will notice these guys went missing?

I doubt it. We lost so many at Smokestead, a few extra faces going AWOL won't be noticed easily.

What was that password they were talking about?

It's the password to a Flame Legion camp. If Ash can get an operative in there, we might learn what those guys are up to.

Understood. See you in the Tribune Desertgrave's office.

Right. I'll meet you at the tribune's office.

You're good, Sicaea. Very good. Any chance you're looking to join a warband?

Sorry. I'm in the tribune's warband. Didn't you know?

So, what's this password for?

It's the password to a Flame Legion camp. If Ash can get an operative in there, we might learn what those guys are up to.

Understood. See you in the Tribune Desertgrave's office.

So, what was that password for?

It's the password to a Flame Legion camp. If Ash can get an operative in there, we might learn what those guys are up to.

Understood. See you in the Tribune Desertgrave's office.

We'll move out. Good luck.

Talking to your sparring partner before leaving the instance:

Clawspur: Let's go. Sicaea's got this covered. Tribune Desertgrave will expect a report.

Right. Let's move out.

Dinky: That was awesome! I can't wait to see the look on Tribune Desertgrave's face when we tell her about the ladybug! I mean... the mission.

Let's move out.

Euryale: Good work. Let's get out of here. Sicaea can clean this up.

Right. Move out. We should report to Tribune Desertgrave.

Maverick: Once again, the heroes triumph. Leave that. Sicaea will clean up. Let's go brag to the Tribune!

All right. Move out.

Reeva: Wow, you were so heroic! I'm really impressed. Do you think Sicaea needs help cleaning up?

She's got it covered. Let's get out of here.

At the Ash Tribune's Office[edit]

Talking to your sparring partner:

Clawspur: I scouted the office. Tribune Brimstone's in there. He's arguing with Desertgrave. Watch your step.

Tribune Brimstone?

Yeah, Rytlock Brimstone, one of the brass over Smokestead. He's the big Blood Legion tribune you helped when you fought that ghost, Barradin.