Talk to Tristan.
Cennet
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Why not?! You let Asher join the guild!
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Asher
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Don't you drag me into this!
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Tristan
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You seen Asher out running commissions for me, girl? Just because he's in don't mean he's ready for action.
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Cennet
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Y-yeah, but Asher's not like the most competent guy in town, is he?
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Asher
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Hey! That's not fair. I'm still learning the ropes!
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Cennet
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Learning the mop and broom is more like it...
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Asher
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What? You want to have a go?
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Tristan
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Shut your trap, Asher. Cennet, I said no, and I meant no.
Turhan don't want you running into the jungle and you know I'm not gonna cross him, so deal with it.
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Cennet
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Well, it's not like I'm gonna TELL Daddy! That would be dumb.
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Asher
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...I could take her, Tristan. Just say the word.
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Tristan
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(Tristan shoots Asher an ugly glare.) I thought I told you to shut your trap, Asher.
The Coffer Chasers doesn't have room for anybody else.
(Tristan stabs a knobby finger at Cennet's chest.) Especially not a loud mouth lookin' for her claim to fame.
You can just give up your hopes of finding the Destiny Stone. It's gonna get you, and your friends, dead.
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Asher
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Such a stupid little kid...
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Tristan
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I hear one more word outta you, Asher, and you're goin' out the business end of a cannon.
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Cennet
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I'm not leaving until you make me a guild member!
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Tristan
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You're leaving through the window if you keep this up.
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Cennet
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You grizzled old son of a--
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Esyllt
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Stop arguing, jungle rats!
We have a customer.
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Esyllt
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Welcome to the Coffer Chasers Guild. I'm Esyllt, the only voice of reason around here.
How can I help you?
(You introduce yourself, and tell her that Simone sent you over.)
<Lynn> huh? Well, you look capable. If you can pass the test, we'll give you a shot.
Here, take this commission...
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Solair
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What, a new guild member? How's it going, rookie?
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(Cennet snatches the commission letter from Esyllt's hand and bolts out the door.)
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Tristan
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...And how much good does she think that'll do? Kids...great big pain in my neck.
First she wanted to be a pirate like her dad. Why does she want to be a Coffer Chaser now?
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Esyllt
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Well, at least it's quiet now. Seriously, <Lynn>, it's usually quieter than this.
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Esyllt
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(Something on the floor catches Esyllt's eye.) What is this?
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(Esyllt picks a document up off the floor.)
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Esyllt
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...Tristan, this is a Coffer Chaser promotion form! You can't leave this lying around!
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Tristan
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I'm really starting to hate paperwork... Er, what's it say?
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Esyllt
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Hmm? What the...?
<Lynn>, did you apply before? It has your name on it and... M?
The ink's all smeared. Where in the world did this come from?
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Solair
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You guys bringing in rookies without me? Who's supposed to shake 'em down?
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Esyllt
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No, I don't think we've met before. Unless... Tristan, did you write this?
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Tristan
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Huh... <Lynn>, you do look kind of familiar. Did we go drinking sometime?
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(Esyllt scowls and rolls her eyes.)
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Asher
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Tristan, why don't we ever go drinking? I would like a promotion, too!
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Tristan
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Look, there's no need to get mad. We just hit a big break, after all.
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Esyllt
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You mean those weird coins that you don't remember finding? How is that supposed to help us at all?
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Tristan
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Girl, you worry too much. Coin is coin. We just have to find the folks that value them.
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Tristan
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Yes, yes. I'll take care of it.
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Esyllt
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(She heaves a sigh.) Fine. I forgive you.
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Esyllt
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Anyway, <Lynn>. Sorry you had to see all that. If you're up for promotion, I guess you're already in.
But do you remember who you joined with? This 'M' character?
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Tristan
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M... Well, if you bring them around, they can join too.
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Solair
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So, now you're an official rookie, right <Lynn>? Ha, that means you're all mine.
The Constable up the hill has a job for us. wanted us to do something. And believe me, we DON'T want to keep him waiting.
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