(Glowing letters appear on the scroll.)

("Strengthen Asmodae's position in Inggison by eliminating a lingering Balaur threat.")

("Vanquish Omega, who guards the Temple of Scales and the Altar of Avarice.")

("Kirhua will assist you. May victory be yours.")

(The text vanishes.)

Player: "To Inggison, then."

Those dull-clawed, sun-blinded, lazy, worthless cowards!

How in blazes am I supposed to conquer Inggison with these mewling children nipping at my heels? They can't even handle one simple golem....

Ah, Player! Finally, someone competent around here. What do you need?

Player: "I'm here on orders..."

Hah, what a coincidence--Omega is exactly what I was talking about just now.

You should hear the excuses. "Oh, his attacks are too powerful." "Oh, he can summon a pet." Blasted whiners.

He's not a big problem yet, but I hate having anything Balaur lurking about. I'm too busy with general defense right now, so I'm glad you're here to take care of it.

Player: "And take care of it I will."

Hah, excellent! Look at this Daeva here, all you weaklings--this is what a real Asmodian looks like!

Now I can concentrate on the Elyos. This region will be ours for the taking!

And from the looks of your scroll, Lord Marchutan has more for you. Don't keep him waiting now!