Farrow on The Ruins of Kingsmarch
Farrow: It’s… unreal to see it like this. When I first laid eyes on Kingsmarch, I felt like I saw my future in front of me. Another new beginning… And now… it’s all rubble.
Warrior: Buildings can be rebuilt. It’s no reason to give up on your dreams.
Witch: You’re annoyingly enthusiastic at the best of times, and well… dare I say, we likely need some of that now.
Sorceress: Kingsmarch has been devastated, yes… but you are still here. Your quest remains the same.
Ranger: You still have your health. We all do. As long as we have that, we have hope.
Huntress: It won’t be easy, but all o’ this can be rebuilt. Don’t give up now.
Mercenary: I won’t lie to ya, mate – it’s bloody bleak. But we’re still here, ain’t we? That’s gotta count for somethin’.
Monk: It is tragic, undoubtedly. But let the dying embers of old Kingsmarch be the spark which lights a new flame in your heart.
Druid: The folk who built it yet live – as do you, lad. What is destroyed can be rebuilt, so as long as you dinna sink into despair.
Duelist: [DNT]
Shadow: [DNT]
Templar: [DNT]
Marauder: [DNT]
Farrow: You know what? You’re right. Thanks. I needed to hear that.
Witch: Don’t mention it. No, seriously. Speak of my words to no one.