(Glowing letters appear on the scroll.)

("The time has come to rid this land of a great terror.")

("Go to the Earthfang Gorge and destroy the Dramata called Padmarashka.")

("Report to Batalrion before you go. May victory be yours.")

(The text vanishes.)

Player: "Finally!"

Something's in the air. There's an edge--an excitement I hadn't felt before. I can almost smell it.

Fate is shifting now, Player, and you seem to be at the center of it all.

If you're here before me, I assume it has something to do with the Dramata?

Player: "I have received orders...."

Ah, so Lord Marchutan thinks you're ready to deal with Padmarashka, eh? I won't question his judgment. I only hope you don't disappoint him, for your own sake as well as his.

You'll find Padmarashka deep in the Earthfang Gorge. Your legion had better be on their toes.

May Azphel and Marchutan aid you in your battle.

Player: "Blood for blood!"

Amazing. Truly amazing. Sometimes I wasn't sure I'd ever experience this moment of triumph.

All Asmodae should celebrate what you've done today. You've dealt a grevious blow to the Dragon Lords, and demonstrated your might for all Atreia to see.

But from the looks of your scroll, it's not over yet. No time to bask in your glory, Player--Lord Marchutan has more for you to do.