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Description[]
Kennith is an Etrean working for law enforcement in Etris, suspicious of his leader, The Lord Regent of Etrea. He keeps an eye on suspicious individuals. He wears an Investigator's Hat and Brigand's Cloak, as well as the Etrean Guard Expert Outfit, which is shared by Etrean Guardsmen.
Should one have enough Reputation with Etrea, Kennith will implore them to find information on the Lord Regent. Upon interviewing Bookkeeper Andros, Kennith is dragged to the Lord Regent, killed and pinned out in the Etrean Wilds to be found. This results in him being sent to the Kyrsan Wilds, where he can be found and informed of the situation in Etris.
Dialogue[]
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| Well, if it isn't [Name]! It sure puts an Etrean's heart at ease seeing you around. | |||||||||||||||||||
| I'm sorry, have we met? | |||||||||||||||||||
| I can't say we have, but you're somewhat famous around here. A man like Kennith ought to show appreciation for those who serve this great nation- I'm Kennith, by the way. *His shining white teeth glimmer as he cracks a smile.* | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Is it just me, or does this feel like the start of a friendship that was written in the stars? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Yeah, sure, I guess. | I feel the same way. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Ah, er, anyways. Friend-to-friend, do you think I could count on you to check something out for me? | *Kennith's eyes twinkle with ever-increasing reverence,* You've made my week, [First name]. Do you think I could count on you to check something around here for me? Friend-to-friend. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Check something? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Indeed. You see, as a simple man who wants the best for the land I grew up in, I chose the path of becoming a guard. Common-folk like myself have no place in politics around these parts, after all. | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Be that as it is, I believe a man who cares for his town-folk ought to ask the questions no one is asking. Why is it that barring baseline guard provisions there is no real movement from Etrea's government? Why is there seemingly no active effort from our leadership to improve things around here? | |||||||||||||||||||
| So what is it that you want? | |||||||||||||||||||
| As a fellow aspiring hero of Etrea, I want your help in investigating the current Lord Regent's rise to power. Personally if it were legal without official audience, I'd like to just ask the man what's going on myself, but I figure learning a bit more about him first is the better approach. | |||||||||||||||||||
| I'll look into it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Dear old friend! I knew I could count on you. You might find some leads by talking to other townsfolk. I'll keep checking around myself, let me know if you happen upon anything. | |||||||||||||||||||
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| I've got an eye on you, so don't go causing any trouble around here... | |||||||||||||||||||
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| *The strangely dressed Etrean guard spits in your general direction.* | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Found a lead? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Not yet. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Alright just let me know if you happen to stumble upon anything. | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Kennith is that you? | |||||||||||||||||||
| The last thing I remember... One of the Regent's guards clad in black threw a bag over my head. Everything beyond that is a thousand needles. A thousand lacerations. Then black. All black. Now here. | |||||||||||||||||||
| I'm sorry. | Snooping around a tyrant's affairs. Didn't you see it coming? | ||||||||||||||||||
| No, friend. I probably should have seen it coming. It all feels so obvious now, like a veil's been lifted | Pah! A tyrant? The regent is... Wait. Huh. I guess you're right. Feels like some kinda veil's lifted, now that you've pointed that out.. | ||||||||||||||||||
| How long have you been down here? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Hm? I only just stirred, so I'm not sure. Can't have been that long though, right? | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Kennith is that you? | |||||||||||||||||||
| The last thing I remember... One of the Regent's guards clad in black threw a bag over my head. Everything beyond that is a thousand needles. A thousand lacerations. Then black. All black. Now here. | |||||||||||||||||||
| You said the same thing before. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Huh? When? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Last time I was down here. [Available if the player escaped after talking to him for the first time] | Five minutes ago. You're losing the plot. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Huh? But I haven't seen you since Etris.. Or... Huh. | No... That can't be right, can it? Did I hit my head or something? | ||||||||||||||||||
| What's up? | Just messing with you. | Yeah man, huge gash on your head. Should probably do something about that. | |||||||||||||||||
| Something's not right here... I'm losing track of time. | Oh! Haha. Just a joke between friends, I see. Only... I really do feel like I've hit my head... | Gods below! Thanks for letting me know, friend. Might've bled out and died otherwise, hah. | |||||||||||||||||
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| Kennith is that you? | |||||||||||||||||||
| The last thing I remember... One of the Regent's guards clad in black threw a bag over my head. Everything beyond that is a thousand needles. A thousand lacerations. Then black. All black. Now here. | |||||||||||||||||||
| I'm sorry. | Snooping around a tyrant's affairs. Didn't you see it coming? | ||||||||||||||||||
| No, friend. I probably should have seen it coming. It all feels so obvious now, like a veil's been lifted | Pah! A tyrant? The regent is... Wait. Huh. I guess you're right. Feels like some kinda veil's lifted, now that you've pointed that out.. | ||||||||||||||||||
| You're closer than you think. There's a mental veil placed over Etris. | How long have you been down here? | You're closer than you think. There's a mental veil placed over Etris. | How long have you been down here? | ||||||||||||||||
| Huh. No kidding. Guess it wasn't my own stupidity, after all. | Hm? I only just stirred, so I'm not sure. Can't have been that long though, right? | [See first instance] | [See first instance] | ||||||||||||||||
| How long have you been down here? | End | ||||||||||||||||||
| [See first instance] | |||||||||||||||||||
Gallery[]
Kennith on the wall
Trivia[]
- Having read the Operation 'Puppet Master' Report will unlock unique dialogue with Kennith in the Kyrsan Wilds.
- Being a Contractor does not unlock any unique dialogue with him.
- The reason he's in the Second Layer is because a satirical video was made, showing him bonding with and then entering in a relationship with Ambrosius. Developer Arch_Mage saw this video, and decided to add Kennith to Layer 2 as a result.[1]
- Ironically, the video shows Kennith in Firfire, while he was ultimately placed in the Kyrsan Wilds.
- Kennith's corpse still has a talk hitbox, but nothing happens if you try to talk to him,
- Kennith shares the same hair as a Ministry Necromancer. HAIR ID: 4735347390
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