Some examples of the ridiculous places/situations the Archivist has found herself in while stealthily listening for dialogue:
Flattened behind a pillar atop Rata Primus while being bombarded by Inquest turrets. For hours.
Balancing on ship masts, giant amphorae, tents, and lodges.
Perched atop crumbling Ascalonian Wall ledges to spy on Flame Legion camps.
Running laps around Tarir.
Up in trees. Many, many trees.
Literally dodging bullets.










