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| 4 | 0 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_000 | Don't remember seeing you here before. Perhaps you'd like to know a little bit about the place? |
| 5 | 1 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_001 | So, I hear we have a new Dawnservant now. Dawnservants, even. I wonder if the outcasts and offcuts of Tural have any place in their plans. Folk like us. |
| 6 | 2 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_Q1_000_000 | What will you ask? |
| 7 | 3 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_A1_000_001 | What do you do here? |
| 8 | 4 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_A1_000_002 | What kind of place is this? |
| 9 | 5 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_A1_000_003 | Nothing. |
| 10 | 6 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_010 | Me, I'm keeping watch for Moblins. All of us used to work for them up in Earthenshire, and some had a worse experience than others. For them, the mere sight of a Moblin's mask is enough to give them nightmares. |
| 11 | 7 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_011 | Not me, though. No, me and the Moblins were just never the right fit. They had high expectations of me, and I didn't have the talent to meet them. So I took off one night, and never looked back. |
| 12 | 8 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_020 | We call it the Cracked Cistern. It's a community for artisans who used to work for the Moblins, but for whatever reason, they ended their contracts early. |
| 13 | 9 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_021 | Whoever came up with the name must have had a sense of humor about the whole thing. We're the damaged goods from the kilns of Earthenshire. The busted flushes. |
| 14 | 10 | TEXT_REGYOK6CRACKEDCISTERN_00908_BOLILYIK_000_022 | That's not to say we've broken off with the Moblins entirely, though. Some of them still keep us in materials, and we give them our creations in return, but it's all very hugger-mugger and arm's-length. No direct contact─which, to be honest, suits us just fine. |