For some, the future's hearth is warm, surrounded by familiar faces. For you, though...I see hardship and danger. There is...some hope, but it's difficult to see.

Intuition is a double-edged sword. Why see the future if you can't do anything about it? I'd far rather be out in the Abyss, tearing through Elyos feathers.

You're a Daeva now, and like the rest of us, you must walk your path, no matter how rocky it becomes.

Player: "Is there no way to change my fate?"

I can only tell you what I have seen. There is someone who may be able to help, though.

Destiny is a shrewd merchant, but like all merchants, its palm can be greased. You should seek out Agamo, Daeva of Music. He's the source of most of the grease in this city, after all.

But his talent is undeniable. With his songs, he might be able to call upon the divine power needed to sway your fortunes.

Player: Accept.

You'll find Agamo by the pond in Pandaemonium Plaza. He likes to gaze into its waters, though what he sees beyond his own reflection I couldn't say!

Ask him to sing the song of blessing for you. It shouldn't take too much persuading. If you do receive it, it may improve your luck.

Player: "Thanks for your time."

Ah, well met.

If you're hoping for one of my famous songs, I'm afraid you're out of luck. People have come to treat my talent as a hammer for all nails. It's unthinkable.

My songs have been empowered by the Shedim Lords themselves. To use them wantonly would be...a crime against Asmodae!

Player: "Grimhild sent me."

Grimhild, eh? That's different. And you do look...how shall I put it? Awful. You're going to need all the help you can get.

I do like a genuine reason for the song of blessing, so choose your blessing carefully. What takes your fancy--power or wealth?

Player: "Power would be of most use."

(Agamo bursts into song, his voice a powerful torrent of sound that at first threatens to overwhelm you. Though the words are not clear, you feel as though part of you understands them, and is strangely fortified by their meaning.)
(Agamo's voice pierces the air, gentle melodies switching and weaving as they build into a brilliant, ringing cascade. You are left with fleeting impressions of moving water, streams that babble and glint metallically.)