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I'm not sure what I'll do now. I may have gotten my revenge but nothing could ever bring back my crew. I suppose I'll return to Fortune's Shore and see what work I can find. I have one last favor to ask, if you are willing. An old friend of mine has been hunting some cultists of his own. The Storm Legion isn't the only dragon cult threatening Shimmersand.
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Who are you? How did you find us? Essam, that old wharf rat, he remembered me! I'm surprised he didn't come himself, but I suppose he has enough of his own problems. I assume he sent you to help me with mine. The Golden Maw make the Storm Legion look like bogling children.