Listen, Daeva. Do you hear the sound of the wind through the trees?

Once, that sound brought me peace and comfort. Now my hand moves to my sword, unbidden.

The Wind Spirits have turned savage. They attack anyone who enters their territory. Pilgrims arrive here seeking serenity, and instead they risk being torn apart!

Player: "Has something upset them?"

How should I know, fool? Am I a naturalist? A philosopher? My place is to fight--ah, Daeva, I apologize. This has been trying.

We do not know the cause. I hear a strange sickness contaminated the Swamp, that docile creatures there became violent. I fear it might have spread!

Sanctum requested a full report be sent to Verteron and I have written one. Will you be returning there soon?

Player: "I will."

Then you can aid us! Take the report with you!

We are beset here. The Krall press us constantly--I'd rather catch a traveler who's returning.

Will you take my report?

Player: Accept.

Here it is. Take it to Centurion Hyacinte in Verteron Citadel.

He will read it and know what to do.

Faith and arms, [%userclass]. I know you treat that as more than mere words!

Player: "I do."

Faith and arms, [%userclass]. What news?

Ah, you're here at Cerios' behest?

It's about time he wrote. I ordered an investigation some time ago! Any longer and I would have sent an expeditionary force.

Player: "Well, here it is."

Hmm. Observations, but no insights. Not even so much as an educated guess!

No change in the Aether, and the Daeva sense nothing unusual. Why, then, have the Wind Spirits turned vicious? We need Sanctum's help in this. Let the Sages ponder it!

Thank you for your trouble, [%userclass]. You'd have been quite justified in refusing such a menial task! I shall have words with Cerios about how he's to treat Daevas in future.