This pain is...excruciating. When will it end?

You may understand...Daeva. For you live forever...as well.

Player: "But I enjoy this long life."

Much time has passed...since the Cataclysm. Back when light and dark...were brothers.

I witnessed my own...change as life changed.

My strength...slowly lost its dark. And my wisdom...lost its light.

Player: "You've lived a long life, friend."

The pain and sorrow...of my existence caused the Taloc's Soil all around me to become blighted.

The wretched soil now festers...like a wound that will not heal. Daeva, will you help me? Your mind is pure...please cure my scars.

Player: Accept.

Please heal the Taloc's Soil.

When my scars have...been mended, young life will sprout.

Turn the soil, gather the young Taloc Leafs. They are pieces of...me.

Player: "I will help you, Taloc."

Impossible to live alone...even for the strongest of souls.

Did you find my young Taloc Leafs?

Player: "Here are the young ones."

With your mind...you could not see?

Hope...there is always hope.

Hope will set a soul free.

Player: "Your forest confuses me."

Thank you, Daeva. My sorrow is at peace...for the time being.

You have done this old tree...good, my friend. Please, take this.