Oh, father! He and I were never close. He is... was... always traveling, more interested in Atreia's unturned corners than raising his daughter, but I loved him, and he me.

He was... he was a peace loving man. That was disagreement that we had, amongst others. But to explore the Wastes, with all its threats, you'd have to know how to fight, no?

Judging from the state of the backpack, and the value of its remaining contents, Shulack Pathfinders probably killed him.

I cannot stand to think of my father's murderers going unpunished, [%userclass]. I... I want revenge! Will you help me?

Player: Accept.

After... after you left, the others came to me and told me who you were, Player. I'm sorry I did not recognize you before.

But please know that I am truly thankful for you coming back, and for helping me with this matter. I'm sure you have many grander tasks to complete....

Player: "Not at all. The Shulacks are dead."

Then I should thank you again! If... if you are interested in helping me see this through to the end, I could use your help again.

I started reading through my father's journal, you see. It turns out he was following something quite spectacular....