I may not leave my post until I have served everyone under my stewardship.

My lord took in so many refugees of other regions, promising them a portion of land to settle down on at the end of their contract.

Player: "This is going to get sad..."

They were all men once like I, men with hopes and dreams for the future. That future was cruelly taken from them by the Krall, and now they are bound here in eternal servitude.

It is not the end they deserve. Were it in my power I would grant them rest, but they no longer listen to my commands.

I am afraid the only peace they can know is the flow of Aether. You would be doing a great kindness by returning them to it.

Player: Accept.

Like others you've encountered, the Undead Laborers and Undead Workers are still unaware of their deaths. Should you try to end their suffering, they will resist you.

Thank you for performing this act of mercy, Daeva.

Player: "It's the least I could do."

I hope they did not suffer too much pain.

Player: "I ensured their end was swift."

I thank you on their behalf. The living will never know the agonies we suffer between the domains of life and death.