Hall of Legends

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Hall of Legends

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Map of Hall of Legends

Bear LodgeBiergartenEastern WatchpostFrost BasinHall of LegendsHero's CompassLake MournMight and MainMourn's TearsPeeta's GateRaven LodgeShelter RockSnow Leopard LodgeSouthern WatchpostThe Great LodgeTrade CommonsVeins of the DragonWolf LodgeHall of Legends locator.svg

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The Hall of Legends is an area in Hoelbrak.


Waypoint (map icon).png Legends Waypoint —
Points of Interest
Point of interest (map icon).png Lost Spirits' Hallow
Point of interest (map icon).png Vheratha's Tavern





Reinforce Armor (map icon).png Byrholt
Merchant (vendor icon).png Darna
Karma Merchant (map icon).png Estal
Commander Trainer (map icon).png Master Strategist Valde

Ambient dialogue[edit]

Local: Ale! Ale! It's better than...wine.
Bard: Haven't seen you in awhile.
Hunter: My father died.
Bard: Tell me more, old friend.
Hunter: He died fighting, his axe buried in a drake's skull. Come, we'll drink to his memory.
East of Legends Waypoint
Kid: I dare you to tickle a Wolfborn.
Kid: Boys. Can't live with 'em. Can't drop 'em off the roof of the Hunting Hall.
Kid: I wish mom would come home. She's been hunting a long time.
Kid: Dad says she hasn't found what she's looking for, whatever that means.
Local (1): What?
Local (2): That moot—
Local (1): Was an accident, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to light your mother on fire.
At Vheratha's Tavern
Elder: My son ran off with a pack of Sons of Svanir.
Barkeep: That's bad news. I've never heard of anyone coming back from the Svanir.
Elder: He's a grown man. He's old enough to make his own decisions.
Barkeep: Yup. Even the bad ones.
Local: The sons of Svanir follow in the footsteps of Dragon, is that true?
Barkeep: So my patrons tell me. It is a path of destruction.
Barkeep: Over the years, I've known several hunters whose hunger for power has driven them to follow Dragon.
Elder: Makes sense. Who doesn't want to be the best, strongest hunter?
Local: Yeah. Trouble is, the longer they follow Dragon, the more it corrupts them.
Local: I could use a good fight!
Local: I can't believe Whitebear's sons aren't paired off yet.
Local: Hoelbrak sure is busy lately. I get the sense that something big is going to happen, and soon!
Local: We haven't talked for ages. I wonder how Divinity's Reach is treating her.
Local: I heard there are strange happenings in the north. Maybe I'll check it out.
Local: How's business? You ever get that deadbeat to pay?
Local (1): My son is baking bread again. He wants to trade for some venison.
Local (2): My daughter's out hunting. We should have some more soon.
Near the firepit
Kid: Tell me a joke.
Bard: I don't do that, kid.
Kid: Puppets?
Bard: No!
Bard: If you had my perfect voice, what would you sing about? I'm sure what you've seen could make some epic songs.
Elder: Oh, I don't know. Nowadays when I feel like singing, I want to sing about simple pleasures.
Elder: Tracking a deer, just to watch it. Biting into a haunch of meat so fresh from the fire it burns your mouth. That kind of thing.
Bard: These are great! Tell me more.
Elder: Later. I need rest.
Explorer: I'm telling you, the asura have a floating city.
Hunter: Bah. Just give me the ground beneath my feet. That's enough for me.
Nora Cedarhelm: Best armor ever carved, right here! The finest wood armor in all of Tyria!
Nora Cedarhelm: Handcrafted, quality workmanship. Unique offerings you won't find anywhere else!
Sculptor: Spirits of the Wild!
Local: What?
Sculptor: I know how to finish my sculpture.
Hill south of Vheratha's Tavern
Local (1): I'm still bitter that Whitebear exiled my brother.
Local (2): He probably deserved it.
Local (1): My brother kept saying our defenses are too weak, so Whitebear kicked him out, right into a blizzard.
Ernst Vollijn: If only we could be alone. But she's always with those friends.
Ernst Vollijn: I wonder if she... no, of course she wouldn't.
Butcher: Ever hunted centaur?
Baker: Nope.
Butcher: Me neither. I'd like to, though.