You are new here. I can see spirit in your eyes.

That will pass. Spirit, or rather, spirits, are feared in this place.

They roam freely, delighting in the harm they cause. It is a battle we can never win.

Player: "There has to be some hope...."

Hope? Here? The reconstruction stopped when the souls of the Ancients rose from the earth. Then the Mist Spirits came.

If you want hope, Player, they must be dealt with.

I fight no longer--they are beyond my abilities. But a Daeva with spirit, you might have a chance....

Player: Accept.

If you are determined to try, start with 3 Mist Spirits.

They are fierce, cunning. It may be more than you can handle, but I remember being new myself.

Nonetheless, you should be careful.

Player: "I'll show you how it's done."

You've returned from fighting Mist Spirits?

I knew they would be too much for you.

Or perhaps you have something else to tell me?

Player: "I have good news...."

You give me much to consider.

Perhaps one man can still make a difference in this place.

Thank you. This is not equal to your gift, but it's what I have.