Ghhhh...there is pain...welling up inside me....

I may have the sickness, Daeva. It has...killed many Elim already....

Player: "The sickness?"

We absorb...poison...from the water. The Swamp Slimes...poison it.

I...will be gone soon...and then the others.... Without the Elim...the forest will die.

Please...Player. Hunt the Slimes. We may still have a chance...when they are gone....

Player: Accept.

Thank...you. We are...the guardians of the forest, but you...Daevas...are the guardians of us all.

Travel now to the...ghhhh...Putrid Mire, and kill the Swamp Slimes.

I will hold on...for as long as I can.... Hurry!

Player: "I will."

Please...tell me you've finished the Slimes....

Player: "I have. You should be all right now."

Thank you.... The pain was...almost unbearable.

Have this. I owe you...my life. The Elim owe you their...existence.