Have you seen...the Gnarls nearby?

They look...like blighted stumps.

They are...symbols of the Elim's...suffering.

Player: "Why are the Elim suffering?"

Our dead...find no rest. Gnarls are the corpses of Elim.

When the corpses of Elim, dead of dehydration, are touched by Aether...Gnarls are born.

And Gnarls...are dangerously poisonous. They blight the land. The evidence...is all around us.

Player: "What evidence?"

I've watched them closely. I've discovered that when a Bellepig eats a Gnarl...it becomes a Kurin.

But there's more. When Gnarls suck nutrients from the ground...to create their poison...they spoil the land as well.

For the Bellepigs' sake...and for the sake of the Elim...we must remove the Gnarls.

Will you help me?

Player: Accept.

To inflict a second death on Elim who have already suffered...seems monstrous.

But they are soulless...shells of what they once were. It must be done.

Will you rid us of the Dried Gnarls?

Player: "By Ariel's light, I will."

I've heard the screams...of the Dried Gnarls....

Have you removed them as you promised?

Player: "I have indeed."

Thank you, Player.

Removing the Gnarls...was an act of mercy.... The Elim are honored by your service.

Here is a token of my gratitude.