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As the price of wood and coal rose, smiths found creative ways to keep their forges burning.

Though buried and muffled, nature's whisper still called to Nissa.

Although the door is flimsy and the lock pathetically small, Josuri's family never fears the night outside.

"Some fates you can see coming for you, plain as day, and there's nothing you can do about them."
—Callaphe the mariner

"My battle cry reaches ears far keener than yours."
—Saidah, Joraga hunter

"Teferi snapped his fingers, and the viashino started clucking like a chicken. Silly, yes, but exactly the thing we needed to break the stifling tension."
—Jhoira, master artificer

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur Forest

"Here you lie then, Ugin. The corpses of worlds will join you in the tomb."
—Sorin Markov

"The vizier of poisons teaches an unconventional kind of strength."

"Remember, brother, the eyes are always vulnerable."
"I never forgot."

Its last life is spent tormenting your dreams.

"Watch carefully. The gap between death and victory is thinner than your blade."

"One knife, two knives, three knives, four—which will drop you to the floor?"

"The changing kind suffers as we do. We must join as one to quench our tyrants!"

"Encase yourself in the most elaborate armor, and cower behind the heaviest shield. I would hate for you to feel helpless."
—Korig the Ruiner

The arrows fell like fiery rain, and for a moment, the sky itself seemed to burn.