I need your help.
Hello again, outlander.
Hello again, outlander. Word of your great exploits in the east has reached us, even here.
The Sisterhood welcomes you.
Welcome, outlander, to our glorious hovel. I know you’re here to challenge the evil that’s driven us from our ancestral home.
But, know this. Akara may be our spiritual leader, but I command the Rogues in battle. It will take more than just killing a few beasts in the wilderness to earn my trust.
Well, well, I never expected to see an Amazon in these lands. You’re very brave to have come here. Many of my fellow Sisters have fallen under some dark spell, and if you’re not careful you may fall prey to it as well.
When I was very young, Akara told me tales of the Amazons' fearlessness in battle and of their skills with spears and bows. I like to think we Rogues have much in common with you Amazons.
If we could only find out how Andariel has managed to corrupt our Sisters, then, perhaps, we could drive out the evil clouding their minds.
In this camp, those of us who have remained true to our Order are forced to live among common traders and farm animals.
Welcome to our circle of suffering.
Perhaps Tristram deserved its fate… for letting Evil loose upon the land. I only hope we don’t suffer the same.
Some evenings we gather at the bonfire to retell epic tales… and try to forget about the terrible events that led to losing the Monastery.
Akara has been like a mother to me for as long as I can remember. She is wise and good, but I don’t think she has the steel to retake our Monastery by force.
Some of my Rogues told me of Deckard Cain. They said that he is a man of great wisdom. Personally, I don’t know how wise he could possibly be if he never learned how to wage battle himself.
Gheed is a pig. I’ve been tempted to throw him out of the camp many times, but Charsi seems to think that he’s good company. I don’t trust the man, but if she’s comforted by him, then I’ll desist.
Before our exile, Charsi, our blacksmith, could fashion any implement of war. Here in the camp, she merely makes do. Her best tools remain within the Monastery.
I don’t trust many outlanders, but Warriv seems fine. He never says much to me, though.