Guild Wars 2 - The edge of the mists - Advanced warning

Lace curtains here, linen tablecloths there. And a sign out front that says,"Delaqua Investigations," or— Stop. No curtains, no tablecloth, and most of all, no sign. But— No. But— Okay, maybe curtains, but only if they're black. I can see you're tired and cranky. We'll talk about it some other time. You're a sight for sore eyes. I'm glad you came to see us. Hmm. Now I'm worried, too. Why did it turn green? So what's the plan? Can do. I have contacts in the Durmand Priory. I'll call in a few favors and get them to send me some of the evidence they've gathered. I'll contact you when it arrives. I find it distressing that a probe has changed color —especially one in Lion's Arch. We need to find out if any others turned on as well. I will. And Jory will too. She's always happiest when she's investigating. You're going to let Braham know what's happened? Jory's contacts in the Durmand Priory will come through soon, I'm sure. We'll contact you when it's here. Rox! Come in. Join us, please. You should hear what happened. What's Marjory talking about? Where've you been? I don't like the sound of that. I was there. She and her Aetherblades left a lot of dead citizens that day. You're in charge. We've got your back. What's the plan? Last I heard he was hot on the trail of that asuran cub Taimi. She apparently went through a portal to the Mists, chasing Mai Trin. Should we brief him? Long time no see. So how did you two meet? About six months ago, I was just minding my own business and... She'd posted a "Help Wanted" sign. And I was looking for help. So you met only six months ago? It seems like you've been together longer. I'd noticed her before that—around the city. You had? You never told me that. So...you're a mated pair? We're currently in negotiations. C'mere, Frostbite. What about you, Rox? Anyone special in your life? No. There was once, but he was killed. I'm sorry. Was he in your old warband? Braham said you're a gladium. Braham talks too much. Don't be mad. We're your friends. Yeah, what are friends for, if not for sticking our noses in each other's business?