(You open up the scroll. Inside is a story inside telling of a woodcutter who lost his axe near the Daru Spring and is now too scared to retrieve it for fear of angering a great Daeva who resides in its depths.)

(You could go and check to see if the story is true....)

Player: "Not like I've got anything better to do."

You!

You have awoken me from my sleep. What is it? Why are you here? Answer me!

Player: "I just dropped an axe into the water...."

An axe, you say?

Funny, you look like one who spends their time hacking apart animals and people...not foliage.

This golden axe here...is this the one you lost?

Player: "Yes, that's it."

Ha!

You are sure?

I find it hard to believe one as disheveled as you could scrape together enough Kinah to purchase an axe like this.

Player: "It's definitely mine."

No, I didn't think it was yours either....

This then, this silver axe...

...is this one yours?

Player: "Yes, that's the one."

You are certain?

Funny, the handle here is wrapped with a cloth to prevent it from slipping from its owner's grasp.

Are you sure this was the one that you dropped?

Player: "I'm sure. That's the one."

Interesting....

Well then, was this iron axe the one you dropped?

Player: "Yes, that was definitely the one."

So....

You are absolutely certain this axe was the one you dropped?

Only answer if you are certain, Human.

Player: "Yes, that was the one I dropped."

You liar!

I saw you throw the iron axe into the water just moments ago.

I am no fool, Human; you cannot pull the wool over my eyes. They have seen things which you cannot even begin to comprehend...

Leave now, before I lose my temper entirely. Go!
A wise choice.

Over the years, [%userclass], as the harsh conditions have lessened here in Asmodae, I have seen greed take root within the hearts of our people. When I was young, we starved ourselves so that our brethren could eat, we exhausted ourselves so that others might sleep. It gave us heart, compassion, and a sense of unity that those sun-kissed buffoons will never understand....

My point is this: honesty and its siblings are still vital for our society, so that we may maintain our identity; the spirit that helped us survive the Cataclysm. You, my child, you are an Asmodian. Never forget that.

Honesty deserves reward. Take these axes. They are of little interest to me.