: It strikes me, you know... the Azmeri really have no need of our teachings.

Huntress: What are you sayin' to me right now?

: You already live in a sort of Utopia. In harmony. What else could we possibly teach you?

Huntress: Oh. Unexpected. True enough, though. I wish I could go home.

: You can't go home? Perhaps you could find a place here, with us.

Huntress: We'll see.

: There are not many Ezomytes joining us. Most won't even listen. What is it that compels them to resist our message?

Ranger: We don't like being told what to do.

Monk: Hahah! You'll never meet anyone more irrepressible.

: Ah, the spirit of rebellion burns strong in Ezomyte blood. We could use that in the new world... just not pointed in our direction.

: Welcome to Arastas, friend. Praise those who seek Utopia! I am Servitor Marius. I'm pleased to tell you, the Twilight Order opens its arms to all. However, only those who pledge to our cause are welcome within this hall...

: Are you seeking answers, strong one?

: Are you seeking redemption, covenite?

: Are you seeking hope, desert-born?

: Are you seeking belonging, recluse?

: Are you seeking forgiveness, Azmeri?

: Are you seeking enlightenment, disciple?

: Are you seeking fulfilment, degenerate?

Warrior: Aren't we all?

Witch: Redemption? I've no need for redemption, dear.

Sorceress: Hope could be what helps us save the world.

Ranger: Well, that was brutal. I don't think I am, no.

Huntress: I seek the Spirit. Only in that, can I have my forgiveness.

Monk: No. The Dreamer has {already} enlightened me.

: Indeed. And here you shall find them! Join us. Pledge yourself to a new tomorrow!

: Sometimes we are blind to our own reflection. But there is hope for you. Pledge yourself to a higher destiny!

: You are very wise. Yes, indeed. You could be a part of that future. Pledge yourself to a shining horizon!

: I see it in your eyes. You {need} a sense of purpose. I am pleased for you. Here, you will find it. Pledge yourself to a new beginning!

Mercenary: No, no... hang on. Degenerate?

: We are willing to absolve your past self of his crimes! In his place will stand a new man. Pledge yourself to a fresh start!

: The Karui are strong, but their youth are thirsting for change. The Way meant survival in the old world. It will not be needed in Utopia.

Marauder: The Elders won't be happy about that.

: Well, they never are.

Marauder: Hah! You're not wrong.

: The Maraketh are a vibrant success story. Harsh traditions kept them alive for eons in a brutal world. You won't need to be so militant in our Utopia.

Sorceress: What if I {prefer} being 'militant?'

: Oh... well... you don't have to stay in Utopia. I suppose you could always sail to Kalguur. Perhaps their way of life would suit you better.

Sorceress: That's it? You're not going to try to convince me?

: Young lady, I'm not a preacher. More of a... realist idealist. If Utopia doesn't work for you, you're not a prisoner.

Sorceress: I suppose that's fair.

: You need not waste my time, covenite. I know you don't truly intend to listen.

Witch: What gave it away?

: Whether you appreciate it or not, we're building Utopia for you, too. We will lift your pain, and absolve that which drives you to dark magics.

Witch: I like my pain, thank you. It's what drives me ever forward, a relentless whip at my heels.

: I see. You have no home, no friends, not even a pet - not a living one, anyway. You fear you would be nothing, if not for your ambition.

Witch: Shut your mouth, old man, before I rip it out.

: Yes! The pledge is something we take very seriously. It is a commitment. A commitment to yourself, and to Utopia. All we ask is that you join us wholeheartedly, without fear. Doubt is natural, and we will answer all your questions. Leaving only pure determination toward the betterment of the world!

Warrior: I will listen... but I cannot promise more than that.

Witch: I'm not trying to better the world. I'm trying to {conquer} it.

: You need not decide immediately, of course. Dine with us. Come to know us. We always say: you arrive a stranger on Arastas, but remain as a friend. The pledge can come later. For now, how about tithing?

Warrior: I'd just like to hear {you} speak more about this place.

: A servitor knows his place. Utopia awaits!

: I can take your pledge, or a tithing. No more, no less.

: Tithing is a noble action indeed. Your support would be much appreciated.

Warrior: What would I be supporting with this tithe?

Witch: Oh look. Now he wants coin.

Sorceress: You want me to pay you? For what?

Ranger: You just have to have {something}, don't you?

: We will gladly educate you about our cause.

: Lorandis, our missionary, will happily fill you in. I'm sure he'll visit Kingsmarch soon enough.

: You should seek the counsel of our missionary, Lorandis, once more.

: He can speak to the details of our plight better than I.

: Trarthans are the lowest scum this world has to offer. The throw-aways of Wraeclast. Cast in the image of crassness and treachery.

Mercenary: Watch it. I'm Trarthan.

: Or so I've heard, from the Eternal Empire's histories. Not my opinions. Just from the scholars of the time.

Mercenary: Ehh I'm just gettin' your goat! You're spot on. We're a bunch of arseholes, and proud of it!

: You bear an odd mix of tattoos. A few Karui, most Ezomyte, one or two Oriathan slave marks. What is your tale, I wonder?

Warrior: I wish I knew. I was found on the shores of Ogham by my father.

: Ahh... there were many shipwrecks and tragedies when Oriath fell. It's possible your ancestry is lost to time. Supposedly, the Karui can speak to their ancestors. Perhaps you should ask them.

Warrior: I might just do that... if they'll listen.