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When the Calamity struck, it sundered life everywhere─and not only among our races. Look around, and you will see how things have fallen apart. Feet, claws, roots─all have been torn from the earth they were planted on. The dead goobbue was a child of Coerthas. The Calamity shattered its native mountains, and it fled before destruction as a caravan flies before a sandstorm. Years, it wandered. We found it dying and received its memories.
It had gathered seeds from every land it passed through, and they flower upon its corpse, a living map of its loss and exile. North to south, mountains to the desert...cloudberry and shooting stars, marybells and cliff roses, Althyk lavender from lower Thanalan, even roselles from Bloodshore.
To wander is a dream and a nightmare. Adventurers such as yourself must know it better than I, but I imagine there are days when the flame of adventure gutters, and you feel yourself to be as bereft as those in Lost Hope...and upon us, no flowers grow.
And the thing is, almost every quest's dialog is of that quality. Sometimes epic, sometimes funny, but all very good. Makes me want to do the most boring of quests just to see what the writers have for us.