Actually, Player, now that I've seen that you understand love, I want to ask you for another favor.

I've decided to marry Misorin. I know, we've known each other for such a short time, but...she's the one. I know it.

In fact, I hired famed designer Marra to make a dress just for her. It was hideously expensive, but worth every Kinah.

Player: "So where do I come in?"

I can't leave Gelkmaros without orders. But I don't want the dress delivered either. It's so expensive, it might get stolen.

So the best option is to have someone retrieve it for me. It's certainly the fastest option.

All you have to do is go to Pandaemonium, pick it up, and deliver it to Misorin. She knows about the dress, but not my intentions...yet.

Player: Accept.

Marra is, of course, one of the designers working out of Vanahal Boutique. Just tell her I sent you.

It's funny, though. Women's tastes are very alike. The dress Misorin wanted is a lot like the one Lusena...

Oh, uh, never mind. Just rambling. Ah, I can just imagine Misorin in that dress. What a vision of beauty!

Player: "I'm on my way."

Welcome. Welcome to my boutique, darling!

Oh, look at you. So strong, so...supple. Such a body requires--no, DEMANDS--clothes that flatter it.

Would you like to step this way? I have some fashions that'll knock the wings off anyone who sees you.

Player: "Actually, I'm here for Gyorvin's order."

Ah, I see. Carrin! Get this Daeva the Misorin order! Say, darling, do you happen to know why he asked for this dress style? If Lusena sees someone else wearing it, she'll go sunblind!

What? Who's Lusena, you ask? Gyorvin's wife, of course. Actually, his second wife. He abandoned his first when he ascended.

So it was a huge scandal for his family when he married Lusena. You really didn't know? Oh well, do make sure you deliver it safely.

Player: "Now to take it to Misorin."

You're Player, aren't you? You probably don't remember me, but I was at your Daeva Ceremony.

I've heard you've made quite a name for yourself since then. I'm glad you've overcome all the suspicion.

So what can I do for you?

Player: "Gyorvin sent this dress..."

I see. Hah! So things are finally coming to fruition! Soon, very soon.... Oh, you didn't know he was married, did you? I did, the entire time! You see, I was his first wife, the one he abandoned when he ascended!

I was devastated at first. But I'm an Asmodian, so I instead became determined to get revenge. As if Aion heard my anguish, I too ascended. I changed my name and appearance, and began seducing him. When his happiness is at its peak...I'll crush his soul! Utterly!

Don't tell him any of this, I beg you. This is justice, pure and simple, and I know he disgusts you as much as he does me.

Player: "He'll be sorry he crossed you."

Ah, Player. You're a bit of a celebrity here in Pandaemonium. I'm pleased to meet you.

I've heard you went to Gelkmaros. Have you met my husband, Gyorvin? He's stationed there now.

You have an odd look on your face. Is something the matter?

Player: "I hate to tell you this, but..."

What?! That sun-cursed Gyorvin! I was wondering why he hadn't written to me in so long!

And this dress! It looks just like the one I wore to MY wedding! OUR wedding! So he's already replacing me, is he?

That lowlife two-timer! I'm going to confront him right now! Thank you for bringing this to my attention!

Player: "He'll be sorry he crossed you."

Ah, I'm glad. I knew she would love it. Our hearts are bound, so her joys are mine as well.

Now there's just one more unpleasant thing to do.... What? Oh, no, nothing to do with you. Just rambling again.

This should more than cover your expenses, plus extra for your trouble. Thank you for going above and beyond in the name of love.
What?! You told Lusena about Misorin? Why in the name of the Shedim Lords did you do that?! Why would you...

No, wait. This is for the best. Lusena will surely come here, and I'll break it off, as I had to eventually. Then I will be free.

Thank you, Player. However unwittingly, you did me a favor. Now I can stand strong and follow my heart without cowardice.