(You've found a small creature among the other items.)

(It writhes around slowly when left to its own devices, but when you touch it, it stays perfectly still.)

(This is a very strange organism. Perhaps Lamia will know something about it.)

Player: "Off to Lamia we go then."

It shouldn't really come as a surprise, I suppose, but the creatures here are so different from those ones in Elysea and Asmodae.

Look here, for instance. This beetle is almost identical to a species we have in Poeta. Only these little fellows have adapted to the heat, and their shells change color to blend in with the scenery.

Now, if creatures truly are products of their environment, what does that say about us? Could it be that we are not blessed, and the cursed Asmodians are only hideous because of Asmodae's environment?

Player: "I've brought you this."

Ah, my apologies. Your field of expertise is combat, not evolution. Now, let me have a look at this little fellow....

Well, I...I'm stumped! This is an entirely new species to me...unlike anything I've seen before.

Please, take this to Actaeon, as fast as your legs can carry you. Tell no one about it, and show it to no one else. Understand?

Player: "Yes. I'll leave now."

See this hole here? Looks like I've been digging it for what...a couple of hours?

I've been at it for three days now! We should try and make armor out of whatever this stuff is, I swear. That'd tip the war for sure.

Player: "Lamia sent here to show you this."

Player, you didn't show this to anyone did you? I pray you didn't.

Many years ago our ancestors used a special kind of magic to punish the most serious of crimes. This magic separated soul from body, and trapped the former within an inanimate object.

This is no animal, Daeva. This is the soul of one of Elysea's most feared heretics. Please, you must take it to Dionera. Fast as you can.

Player: "I'll do it straight away."

Needs to rain. Eltnen cannot survive if these conditions last.

Player: "Actaeon sent me with this."

Actaeon? It's been a while since he sent me anything. I was beginning to think he'd forgotten about me.

Well, hand it here then. I'll put in the container with the rest of his strange trinkets. No doubt that strange bandana-wearing man will be along soon to pick them up.

And here's your payment. Actaeon told me to give a fixed fee regardless of the delivery. If you don't like it, you'll have to take it up with him.