Greetings, Player. I was about to call for you. I have a favor to ask.

I hear from the Blue Fleet that the spirits of fallen sailors still wander the Stenon Bay? Is it true that they remain in that undead state because they were cursed by Bollvig?

Player: "I'm afraid so."

Ohh, those poor souls. Forever stuck wandering the land...never returning to the Aether.

I have discussed this matter with their families, and they have agreed to let us...return our brave Daevas to the Aether. Which means we must kill them...our own people. Remember, they are not who they once were.

Player: Accept.

Thank you, Daeva. You will bring peace to the destroyed sailors' families.

Leave now for Stenon Bay and return the Deckhand's Spirits and Mate's Spirits back to the flow of Aether.

You are doing Ariel's work today, my friend. I do not envy you one bit.

Player: "I'll take care of it."

What has become of our village? Ever since the Argos tragically wrecked, laughter is but a memory. Now only sorrow and despair fill our homes.

Forgive me, Player. You must be tired. You don't need to stand there and listen to an old woman moan about her troubles. How did things go in Stenon Bay?

Player: "The dead have returned to the Aether."

May Ariel bless you with eternal light, Player. You have done a great thing for those poor souls down there.

This is all that the villagers could afford to give. It isn't much, considering what you have done for us, but please take it.

I must go and share the good news with many more families.