Glas

Glas

Race

Sylvari

Location

The Song Bower
(The Grove)

Image(s)

Interactive map (Surface)

Glas is a newly awakened sylvari who is trying to memorize the aphorisms of Ventari's Tablet and is curious about the world.

Location

Maguuma Jungle

• The Grove
  • The Song Bower

Dialogue

There's so much to learn! The Dream certainly doesn't prepare us for everything.

(if sylvari)

Let me guess. Newly awakened?

Yes, I awoke not long ago. And I have so many questions, about everything.

What's on your mind?

First of all, the sky turns different colors, from blue to grey to peach and many others. But why does it do this?

That's an interesting question. I think—

Oh, yeah! And where do clouds come from? Sometimes they're in the sky, and sometimes they're not. I haven't seen any today, but there may be more tomorrow.

Well, you raise an intriguing—

And then, why do some clouds look white like cotton, while others are gray and drop water on us? Where do clouds get so much water?

Well, maybe if you'd let me—

Speaking of colors, what are they? Why are some things red, and other things green? Why are there so many colors? Why can't we see colors as well at night?

Are you about done?

Done? Oh Blessed Mother, I want to know everything. Perhaps I should ask my mentor. Thanks anyways!

All right. Have fun.

I have to go. Ask your mentor.

I suggest you ask your mentor.

Why don't you ask your mentor.

You should ask someone else.

I should be going now.

(if not sylvari)

Let me guess. You just fell off the tree, hm?

Yes. And I'm due for a lesson with my mentor soon. He's going to quiz me on the tenets of Ventari's Tablet, so I have to practice. If you'll excuse me.

You can practice on me, if you want. How many are there?

Seven. And the first one is: live life well and fully, and waste nothing. I got that one down.

Okay. That's one. What's two?

Do not fear difficulty. Hard ground makes sore feet.

Makes sense. And three?

The only lasting pieces are the pieces of your soul.

I don't know what that means, but okay. Next.

All things...grow. And the blossom bothers the weed.

Hm. Sure, why not? Five?

Never leave a wrong to right in evil or sorrow.

What? Never mind. Let's move on. And six is?

Act with wisdom and axe.

I can get behind that one. And the last one?

From the smallest grass to the largest mountain, where life grows, go there...and do things.

Good job. Sounds great to me, but then, I'm no sylvari.

Keep practicing. I have to go.

Keep practicing. I have to go.

Keep practicing. I have to go.

Keep practicing. I have to go.

Keep practicing. I have to go.

Keep practicing. I have to go.

I'll leave you to it.

I don't have time for this.