Bazaar Docks/dialogue

Ambient scenes at Bazaar Docks from past Living World releases can be found here.

Bazaar of the Four Winds

Conversation between Brat and Mom

Brat: I want one, Mom. I want it.

Human Stranger: Ok, ok, sweetie. I'll get you just one, ok? Just this once.

Brat: I want two. Mom, I want two!

Human Stranger: Fine. Two. Just this once you can have two, Ok?

Urchin: Better get back. Pappy's gonna be steaming at the snout.

Trader Estelle: Take that, you sea scum! And stick those tails between your legs, you mangy dogs.

Trader Aerin: Gah!

Trader Estelle: Aerin?

Trader Aerin: Pirates have tails?

Zephyrite (1): The city of Lion's Arch has sent delegates again to try to negotiate a trade agreement with us.

Zephyrite (2): That's a city of pirates, though they claim they're no longer thieves.

Zephyrite (1): The masters would be more accepting if they showed any real interest in our goals and welfare.

Bartender speaking with a patron

Bartender: Estelle hasn't sent any crates my way lately. I hope we get more spirits before I dry up and the customers start getting anxious.

Bartender: Oh. Um, hello. We...we're short on spirits at the moment. Can I offer you some sylvari nectar instead?

Patron: What! No spirits? What kind of tavern is this?

Bartender: My shipment is late, that's all! If you'd just be patient, I'm sure we could—

Patron: Enough. Give me whatever swill you have that can quench a thirst. (grumble)

Festival of the Four Winds 2014

Trader Aerin: Oh ho ho! The Zephyrites are back again. It's amazing!

Trader Aerin: Pale Mother guide me...the Zephyrites are right in front of me, but how can I convince them to let me help?

Trader Aerin: Ok, Aerin, this is it! The Zephyrites are here, you're here... This is the beginning of great things for you.

Trader Aerin: Hello, my friends! Three cheers for the four winds!

Trader Aerin: Look at that view! I bet on a clear day I could see all the way to the Pale Tree!

Trader Aerin: (whistles)

Trader Aerin: Excuse me, but I'm eager to make myself useful and to learn the Zephyrite way. May I assist you with anything?

Zephyrite: Hmm? Oh, uh, no, I'm afraid I don't need any help right now.

Trader Aerin: No problem! If you do need an extra pair of hands, or eyes, or someone to bounce ideas off of, please come find me.

Zephyrite: Uh...sure. Thanks. Peace to you, friend.

Trader Aerin: Have you spoken to the Master of Peace? Did he approve my request? Can I come aboard?

Zephyrite: Alas, the master is meeting with the Captain's Council. Our business with Lion's Arch is extensive and complicated.

Zephyrite: However, I thought we had already confirmed your permission. You may indeed accompany us on our next journey.

Trader Aerin: Fanastic! Oh, you won't regret this. Traveling with Zephyrites in a dream come true for me. Can I board now?

Zephyrite: Oh, well...yes. Why not? Welcome aboard, traveler.

Trader Aerin: Hello! I'm Aerin. I've been given permission to come aboard for your next voyage. Where should I put my gear?

Zephyrite: Welcome, Aerin. It is customary to leave your burdens behind when you take your first journey with us.

Trader Aerin: Say no more. My burdens and my gear will stay here on the docks. When do we depart?

Zephyrite: As soon as we meet our obligations to Lion's Arch.

Trader Aerin: My day has come at last. I'm finally where I'm supposed to be—with the Zephyrites, among the clouds.

Trader Aerin: I've so much to learn, so much to discover! I haven't felt this giddy since I first left the Grove.

Trader Aerin: I shall record every moment in my journal so that even those who can't access the Dream know the joy I'm experiencing.

Trader Aerin: And I shall stop talking to myself aloud." (chuckle) "A stranger I may be, but that doesn't mean I have to be strange.

Taimi: Log entry, Scruffy. I routinely employ cuteness as a tool and/or weapon, but baby dolyaks take it to the next level.

Taimi: That must be why my race predictions were off. And why there are more people here than the organizers anticipated.

Taimi: If Captain Shud organized things instead of that bookah Kiel, the festival would be running with clockwork precision.

Taimi: Still, it is pretty near to see everyone come together. The money to rebuild Lion's Arch won't raise itself.

Taimi: Log entry, Scruffy. I'm getting some curious readings from these crates.

Taimi: The dock master said the Zephyrites were taking on more cargo. I can't determine what it is, though.

Taimi: What is clear is that the Zephyrites are genuine in their desire to help, but they're eager to get where they're going.

Taimi: My prediction is that it'll be a long trip. I wonder where their final destination is?

Taimi: Hello again! Are you two enjoying yourselves as much as I am? I bet you are. I've never seen Kasmeer looking so...rosy.

Marjory Delaqua: Yes, well...that's what the sun does to her. She needs a wide-brimmed hat or she'll turn redder than an angry hylek.

Kasmeer Meade: Nonsense! Sunshine is good for human skin...in moderation. I haven't had a proper sunbathing session since Southsun Cove.

Taimi: Hmm. You bookahs worry too much about external appearances. It's what's inside your skull that counts.

Kasmeer Meade: So, Taimi, what have you been up to? Is there anything fun happening at the sky docks?

Taimi: Not really. Just a bunch of people being dolyaks and racing around. I can't participate so I opted out.

Kasmeer Meade: I'm so sorry, Taimi. It does sound like fun, though. Would it bother you if Jory and I gave it a try?

Marjory Delaqua: Oh, no. Nix to that, cupcake. There's no way I'm making cute baby dolyak noises in public. Goes against my image.

Kasmeer Meade: Aww! That means I won't get to scratch you behind your shaggy little ears.

Marjory Delaqua: Life is full of little disappointments, darling. This is one of 'em.

Taimi: (laugh) "Shaggy little ears." (laugh)

Marjory Delaqua: I'd like to propose a toast. With family-friendly beverages, of course.

Taimi: A toast, eh? Vorpp mentioned that once but wouldn't elaborate. What is it, exactly?

Kasmeer Meade: It's an adult custom, kind of like a salute. We all raise a glass and drink to honor someone or something important.

Marjory Delaqua: In this case, to new friendships. They've already endured a lot, and may they continue to do so, come what may.

Kasmeer Meade: Hear, hear! Or as Lord Faren might say, "I'll drink to that!""

Taimi: Okay, I don't have a fop to quote, so I'll just toast in my own words." (ahem) "On behalf of myself and Scruffy, I approve.

Marjory Delaqua: Taimi, what's the problem? It's bad luck and bad manners to toast and then not drink.

Taimi: This stuff is too...fizzy. It tickles my nose.

Kasmeer Meade: (laugh) "It is a rather unusual concoction, isn't it? But the more I drink it, the more I like it!

Marjory Delaqua: I understand the hylek barkeep is using Zephyrite crystals to make it fizz.

Taimi: Really? Zephyrite magic? That changes everything. Here's to fizz in your nose!

Marjory Delaqua: Hmm. And a minute ago, you claimed not to know what a toast was. I guess asura really do learn fast.

Kasmeer Meade: So, I'm exhausted. Are we ready to turn in for the night?

Marjory Delaqua: Do you mean am I ready to have you all to myself? I'm ready for that every waking moment of the day.

Kasmeer Meade: Kiel said they've got a bungalow set up for us. It's ours for the duration of the festival.

Marjory Delaqua: That sounds great. Let's check it out and see how it compares to our digs back home.

Marjory Delaqua: I'm just asking if this is the best time for us to be wasting time.

Kasmeer Meade: We're not wasting time. We've earned a break. And we've had a formal request to be seen enjoying the festivities.

Marjory Delaqua: All this sunshine isn't good for my complexion.

Kasmeer Meade: A little sun won't kill you. Stop fretting.

Marjory Delaqua: I keep thinking about that roar we heard. We should be investigating what it means, not making public appearances.

Kasmeer Meade: You're making a statement. You're showing the world you've recovered and that Lion's Arch can do the same.

Marjory Delaqua: Fine. But I'll be thinking about more important matters while we're here.

Kasmeer Meade: I don't want to argue. I just want you to see that this is just as useful as investigating.

Kasmeer Meade: The world is full of danger. We need ways of dealing with it that don't put us at risk every time we go out.

Kasmeer Meade: When Scarlet struck you down, my heart stopped.

Marjory Delaqua: Oh, Kas. I'm sorry-

Kasmeer Meade: Shhh. Just follow my lead and try to enjoy yourself.

Marjory Delaqua: So, Kas. What did you think of the Zephyr Sanctum?

Kasmeer Meade: Amazing! And a little frightening. The subtle motion, the ground so far away. Good thing my hiccups are under control.

Kasmeer Meade: I've never been sea sick or had vertigo before, but I think I just had both at once.

Marjory Delaqua: Yes, I noticed you weren't looking down whenever we walked too close to the railings.

Kasmeer Meade: Ugh, please don't remind me. I prefer to keep my breakfast where it is.

Bazaar of the Four Winds and Festival of the Four Winds 2014

Jess: I heard a Vigil officer asking around about you.

Parker Cole: Oh yeah? Look, we may need to get ourselves out of here if things get any warmer.

Jess: Aw, I don't wanna go back yet!

Parker Cole: OK, OK. I'll keep trying to make a sale. Keep an ear out for our Vigil friend, though.

Parker Cole: You better get yourself back to the Arch. It's not safe to hang around with me anymore.

Jess: Can't you come with me? I don't wanna leave without you!

Parker Cole: I'm running out of time to find a buyer, and I don't want you swept up by the Vigil if they find me first.

Kookoochoo: BooOOoogie!

Kookoochoo: (huff) Quaggan is allergic to exercise. (laugh)

Kookoochoo: Coo. You're going to like this.

Kookoochoo: Here's quaggan's impersonation of the hooman mating ritual.

Kookoochoo: Thank you. Thank yooou.

Kookoochoo: Quaggan will now perform a backflip!

Kookoochoo: Thank you!

Kookoochoo: This is quaggan's impersonation of the famous asuran genius Snaff in his last moments.

Kookoochoo: Doot doo dooo! Welcome to the show. Quaggan's assistant will make introductions.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: (clear throat) Gather around, ladies and lords, for the most fandoodling, caniboodling show you'll ever see.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Give a big round of applause for the prince of portly prestidigitation, the baron of blundering bewitchment, the king of-

Kookoochoo: Ahem.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Right. Ladies and laddies, allow me to introduce Kookoochoo the Incredible!

Kookoochoo: Incredulous.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: What?

Kookoochoo: It's Kookoochoo the Incredulous.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Right. Kookoochoo the Incredulous!

Kookoochoo's Assistant: I don't think that means what he thinks it means.

Kookoochoo: How many of you have seen a dragon?

Kookoochoo: Quaggan is half dragon, on quaggan's mother's side, at least that's what quaggan's father used to say. (chuckle)

Kookoochoo: Apparently, quaggan's mother was also a witch and a... ooh. Little ears in the audience.

Kookoochoo: You there. What's your name?

Urchin: Rufus.

Kookoochoo: RooOOoofus. Are you a quaggan?

Urchin: (laugh) No. I'm a charr.

Kookoochoo: Ooh, phew. That explains the fur.

Kookoochoo: Rufus, quaggan has a job for you. Are you interested?

Urchin: Um, yeah. What is it?

Kookoochoo: See that backet? Quaggan's going to breathe fire again. If quaggan ignites anyone, you throw water on them. Ok?

Kookoochoo's Assistant: (laugh)

Urchin: Yeah, Ok.

Kookoochoo: (laugh) Gentlefolk, your lives are in Rufus's hands.

Kookoochoo: Prepare yourselves.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Yeah! Make it burn, my chubby buddy!

Kookoochoo: WooOOooo! And that's just quaggan's morning breath!

Kookoochoo: Hey Rufus. Can quaggan ask you a personal question?

Urchin: I guess so.

Kookoochoo: Have you ever wished you were a dragon?

Urchin: I don't know.

Kookoochoo: What if quaggan could turn you into a dragon? What would you do?

Urchin: I guess I'd fly around an eat cows.

Kookoochoo: Charr... Beef... Quaggan shoulda seen that one coming.

Kookoochoo: All right, Rufus. Quaggan thinks you're ready to be a dragon. Quaggan's going to give you the secret.

Kookoochoo: Pssspssssppss pssssppsss. Got it?

Urchin: Got it!

Kookoochoo: Gracious audience, it takes a great deal of focus to release one's inner dragon. Let's encourage Rufus!

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Ru-fus! Ru-fus! Ru-fus!

Kookoochoo: Now do it like quaggan says.

Urchin: (big belch)

Kookoochoo: (laugh)

Kookoochoo: Okay, that was just the practive one. Let's try again, and this time, quaggan will do it with you, okay?

Urchin: Okay.

Kookoochoo: On three. One. Two...

Kookoochoo: Two and a half.

Urchin: (giggle)

Kookoochoo: Three!

Kookoochoo: WoooOOOoo! Not a hair was singed on little Rufus's head... or face... or body.

Kookoochoo: And now, quaggand must go. Quaggan's assistant will deliver a heartfelt good-bye.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Kookoochoo the Incredulous will be her throught the bazaar! We welcome the sounds of clapping hands and jingling coins.

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Good day to you all!

Kookoochoo's Assistant: Wow! Now that's magic!

Carden: Come on. Are you interested in what I've got, or not?

Lonan: What's your rush? Are you in some kind of trouble?

Carden: You know what? Never mind.

Lonan: No, wait. I haven't even seen what you have.

Carden: Do me a favor, Ok? Forget I was here.

Conversation between Carden and Andile

Andile: What is it you have for me, my friend?

Carden: Valuable goods are what I have. The question is, what can you do for me?

Andile: Not to worry. I'm sure I can give you a fair price.

Carden: That's really the most you can give me? You're killing me.

Andile: My friend, I'm making you a very generous offer here.

Carden: You think I'm stupid? That I can't see you trying to take advantage of me?

Carden: You have no idea what I went through to get this stuff! Forget it. No sale, "my friend."

Conversation between Carden and Penna

Carden: What does it matter how I got this stuff? Do you want to buy it or not?

Penna: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I need to look it over, think on it.

Carden: Think on what? I don't have time for this!

Penna: Anyone else here is going to want to appraise your wares. That's how this works

Carden: Why do I need you? I can just sell directly to them.

Penna: (chuckles) Oh, you can, can you?

Penna: I understand these people, how they think, what they want and need. Do you?

Carden: What do you mean? They're just people, like us.

Carden: Aren't they?

Carden: OK, you saw the stuff. Make me an offer.

Penna: I'm sorry, I can't buy that. I know where you got it, and I don't want any trouble with those people.

Carden: What? You're killing me here. You know that? You've killed me.

Carden: Come on. Are you interested in what I've got, or not?

Lonan: What's your rush? Are you in some kind of trouble?

Carden: You know what? Never mind.

Lonan: No, wait. I haven't even seen what you have.

Carden: Do me a favor, Ok? Forget I was here.

Andile: What is it you have for me, my friend?

Carden: Valuable goods are what I have. The question is, what can you do for me?

Andile: Not to worry. I'm sure I can give you a fair price.

Carden: That's really the most you can give me? You're killing me.

Andile: My friend, I'm making you a very generous offer here.

Carden: You think I'm stupid? That I can't see you trying to take advantage of me?

Carden: You have no idea what I went through to get this stuff! Forget it. No sale, "my friend."

Carden: What does it matter how I got this stuff? Do you want to buy it or not?

Penna: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I need to look it over, think on it.

Carden: Think on what? I don't have time for this!

Penna: Anyone else here is going to want to appraise your wares. That's how this works

Carden: Why do I need you? I can just sell directly to them.

Penna: (chuckles) Oh, you can, can you?

Penna: I understand these people, how they think, what they want and need. Do you?

Carden: What do you mean? They're just people, like us.

Carden: Aren't they?

Carden: OK, you saw the stuff. Make me an offer.

Penna: I'm sorry, I can't buy that. I know where you got it, and I don't want any trouble with those people.

Carden: What? You're killing me here. You know that? You've killed me.

Zephyrite (1): The dragons are not inherently evil, children. They're natural. They're forces of nature as are the wind, the sun, and the lightning.

Zephyrite (2): But they kill so many people. Doesn't that make them evil?

Zephyrite (1): Have you not known wind or sun or lightning to kill people?

Zephyrite (2): Well, yes.

Zephyrite (1): There you have your answer.

Zephyrite (1): Glint, my darlings, was the greatest dragon of all, though she was not one of the most powerful.

Zephyrite (2): She spoke to people with her mind.

Zephyrite (1): That's right. And because she could hear our thoughts, she came to know and love us.

Zephyrite (2): She wanted us to have peace.

Zephyrite (1): That's right. And because she could hear our thoughts, she came to know and love us.

Zephyrite (1): Yes, and she died trying to protect us from the forces of nature that would swallow us whole.

Zephyrite (2): Teacher, why do the dragons want to hurt us?

Zephyrite (1): The dragons are like the ocean tides. They don't think about the people who will be trapped and drowned as they rise.

Zephyrite (1): They only know that it's time to rise, so they do. If anything, they hungers for magic, the world's magic, which they consume.

Zephyrite (1): It makes them more powerful and dangerous. It's smart to not get caught in the wrong place when the tide is coming in. Right?

Zephyrite (2): Right!

Zephyrite (2): Who will protect us now that Glint's dead?

Zephyrite (1): You needn't worry. There are many great people out there who will continue the fight. You've heard of Eir Stegalkin?

Zephyrite (2): She's the great norn who fought beside Glint and nearly killed Kralkatorrik.

Zephyrite (1): Exactly. She lives still and walks the face of Tyria hunting the dragons. She's not alone, either. She has many allies.

Zephyrite (2): I wish I could meet her one day.

Zephyrite (1): I wish it for you.

Zephyrite: Did you hear the warning going around? The masters are concerned that we've attracted too much attention this time.

Zephyrite: I heard. They're worried about thieves. We all need to open our awareness while we're land-docked.

Zephyrite (1): Are we expecting any summits or negotiations to stay with us while we're docked?

Zephyrite (2): Not to my knowledge. The masters didn't want our trading to interfere with anyone's diplomatic efforts.

Stranger: I really must know. How exactly is it that your city floats? I don't see any turqoplasm or fizzarrays.

Zephyrite: It's magic. Magic of the most ancient kind.

Stranger: Uh, okay. But, what's your propulsion system? Do you use powered kineogyros or...

Zephyrite: We harness the wind to buoy us and the lightning to give us direction.

Zephyrite: Without wind, we'd fall. Without lightning, we'd stagnate. Without sunshine, we'd starve. All work in harmony.

Stranger: Ah yes, I finally see. It's the Eternal Alchemy! Only more primitive... er, I mean simplistic. Um... no offense.

Stranger: I had no idea you Zephyrites were so beautiful. What is it about living in the sky that produces such loveliness?

Zephyrite: Careful, visitor. I was warned about how silver-tongued you land dwellers can be.

Stranger: You wound me! I only live to seek balance... and your favor.

Zephyrite: The first must be learned through study. The second, I'm afraid you'll have to live without. Aspects guide you!

Zephyrite: You'll find it disorienting. The land doesn't move the way our sanctum does.

Zephyrite: Hi. Are you a charr?

Stranger: Yep. Sure am.

Zephyrite: I've never seen one before. The stories all say charr are super scary, but I don't think you're scary.

Stranger: Excuse me? I'm plenty scary!

Zephyrite: I dunno. I think you're beautiful. Your fur is pretty great!

Stranger: I am not beautiful! Though, my fur is pretty great, isn't it? (chuckle) See ya 'round, cub.

Zephyrite (1): I look forward to experiencing it and all those strange people, smells, and sights in the bazaar.

Zephyrite (2): Dangerous people. Do not go alone, and remain as vigilant as the sun's rays while you're there.

Zephyrite (1): I don't understand why we allow strangers to train in our disciplines.

Zephyrite (2): We learn as much from them as they do from us.

Zephyrite (1): True, but aren't we concerned they'll misuse the knowledge?

Zephyrite (2): I'd rather spread knowledge than hide it. Knowledge itself is neutral, but enough of it can change those who would misuse it.

Zephyrite: You... you remember when you were born?

Stranger: Why yes! We don't age as you humans do. We emerge fully grown from pods on our mother, the Pale Tree.

Zephyrite: Aspects bless! The world below grows stranger every day.

Zephyrite (1): I have a shift in the growing room later today, but first I must do my stretches and practice sparring.

Zephyrite (2): Learn much.

Zephyrite (1): I feel it when we come down below the clouds. It's as if a part of my soul is cut off.

Zephyrite (2): You miss the sun. As do I. Don't forget that the sun's rays reach us even through the clouds.

Zephyrite (1): My daughter has begun her Wind lessons. She's taking to it like a little tornado.

Zephyrite (2): You must be very proud.

Zephyrite (1): I hear you passed your rank test. Congratulations.

Zephyrite (2): Thank you kindly. I finally conquered lightning bridges.

Zephyrite (1): And before they conquered you. Well done.

Zephyrite (1): The crystal growers report that they've ground a new load of dust.

Zephyrite (2): Wonderful. We'll wait until we're back on high before we seed the clouds.

Song of the Zephyrites

Zephyrite (1 male): The summer sun shone bright once more, warmed wood and cloth of home.

Zephyrite (1 male): We honored those who came before, and journeyed where they roamed.

Zephyrite (2 female): (humming)

Zephyrite (2 female): Alas, alas, we've no more peace, no ally from on high.

Zephyrite (2 female): We'll make our way to brighter day and into clearer skies.

Zephyrite (3 male): (humming)

Zephyrite (3 male): No more to tame the wind and rain, the skies to swallow whole.

Zephyrite (3 male): She flies no more in glinting beam and leaves a hollow hole.

Zephyrite (4 female): (humming)

Zephyrite (4 female): Alas, her magic strewn in sand. Alas, her soul undone.

Zephyrite (4 female): The clouds shed tears upon the land for the loss of our crystal sun.

Zephyrite (5 female): (humming)

Zephyrite (5 female): No more to tame the wind and rain, the skies to swallow whole.

Zephyrite (5 female): She flies no more in glinting beam and leaves a hollow hole.

Zephyrite (6 female): (humming)

Zephyrite (6 female): Alas, alas, how time must pass. Ancient, magical friend.

Zephyrite (6 female): So terrible, so dreadful that so treasured should so end.

Zephyrite (7 male): (humming)

Zephyrite (7 male): No more to tame the wind and rain, the skies to swallow whole.

Zephyrite (7 male): She flies no more in glinting beam and leaves a hollow hole.

Zephyrite (8 male): (humming)

Zephyrite (8 male): Alas, alas, we've no more peace, no ally from on high. We'll make our way to brighter day and into clearer skies.

Zephyrite (9 sylvari): Alas, alas, alas, alas...

Zephyrite (10 norn): Alas, and so we go...

Zephyrite (11 female): We fly on high into the sky...

Zephyrite (12 female): And cry, "Alas, alas, alas..."