When you see an Archon like myself, would you ever guess I was an abandoned child? The first sound I can remember is the cry of the Daru in the Moslan Forest.

The hunters found me wrapped in a blanket and brought me to the village. Some whispered I was the child of a forest spirit, but the priest put a stop to that. He raised me as his own, and I never really worried about my real parents.

I'm sorry...am I boring you?


Player: "No. Please go on."

Thank you. When I ascended, the priest gave me two gifts--a blanket and a necklace.

The blanket was the one I was found in, the necklace was bundled inside. It's so amazing, so valuable...why would people who could afford such jewelry abandon a child?

I just can't get it out of my mind. I need to know how I got here.


Player: "Don't we all, Arekedil."

I've thought about looking for my parents many times, but could never summon the courage to do it. As a Daeva, I may live forever. They were probably just Humans....

The only clue I have is this necklace. It's a beautiful thing, a rare piece of work. If I can trace who made it, I may find the original owner.

I cannot leave my post, but you...you can travel freely. Player, it's a lot to ask, but could you please take this necklace and discover the identity of my parents?


Player: Accept.

Oh, Thank you! I've thought this through a thousand times. Take the necklace to Chauminerk, the trade broker.

He might know who made it. He deals with expensive items all the time, and knows all the crafters well.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep until you return, Player.


Player: "On my way."

Welcome, welcome! Chauminerk has many things to sell, just as Daeva has many needs, yes?

What is this magnificent thing you bring? Such quality, even in Pandaemonium such pieces are rare. Needs a good cleaning though, will affect the price.


Player: "Do you know who made it?"

Chauminerk is sad now. So much money could be made from such a piece.

Only a master could make. The Master of Handicrafting, Lanse. Yes, yes!

She will know for sure! And when Daeva has finished, come back so we can sell it for you! Akakakak!


Player: "Thanks for your help."

Oh, this takes me back! I remember it very well! This is the work of Wilvar, the master who trained me.

He worked this while I was an apprentice, treating it like a holy object.

I'd never seen anyone put their whole heart and soul into their work before...


Player: "Do you know who it belongs to?"

Of course. The high priest Balder commissioned it as a gift for his only daughter, Annemari, to mark her ascension.

Balder was very specific on what he wanted. I remember how Master Wilvar suffered over the details...he took such pains.

There's no question that this is the same piece--no one else could even come close. The central jewel is of unmatched size and luster. Yes, quite unique...


Player: "Thank you, Lanse."

My...my necklace! I never expected to see it again.

It was lost years ago...decades, even! And now it's in my hands again...how strange. It reminds me of my ascension day. How young I was...how naive....

Forgive me, but I must know--how did you get this?


Player: "It belonged to my friend's mother."

The poor boy must be mistaken. My husband and I have no children. None.

I always thought the necklace had been stolen. Clearly one of the boy's parents was the thief.

It clearly means a lot to him, however, so perhaps he should keep it. What's more, the necklace and this box were originally a pair--they belong together. He should treasure them, even if they cannot help him find his parents.