I don't know how familiar you are with Brusthonin--have you heard of the Vigrid Plains?

They say it's not as fertile as the Havenjark Farm, but we hoped to cultivate it or perhaps use it for livestock.

We built a Settlers Campsite there and dispatched a team of laborers to conduct soil tests and so on.

Player: "Sounds like a good start."

Well...we haven't heard from them yet. They were supposed to return once they'd completed their preliminary tests--just a couple of days. But it's been nearly a week, and we've had no word.

The area's not known to be dangerous, but now I'm starting to wonder.

Player: "I agree. Something's not right."

That's what I thought. And while people insist nothing's wrong, no one's volunteering to launch a search party either.

The Shedim Lords must have sent you to me, Player.

Would you go to the Vigrid Plains and check on the team?

Player: Accept.

If you find them, tell them to report back immediately.

If they're in trouble, I hope you'll do what you can to help.

And if you don't find them at all...well, look for any clues as to their fate.

Player: "The task is mine!"

(Hm. Looks like the team Centurion Vinduer is looking for.)

(This one's not breathing. Not a good sign.)

Player: "I'd better check the bodies."

(These wounds were made by sharp weapons. Elyos weapons, most likely. This place is crawling with sun-suckers.)

Player: "I'd better go tell Vinduer."

Player, I don't see my team with you. Are they still out there? What happened?

Player: "Dead at the hands of the Elyos."

Elyos? Elyos in Brusthonin?

They've slaughtered civilians in cold blood.

I should have sent guards with them.... No. No time for regrets. We need to retaliate and obliterate the Elyos.