Azphelumbra. Isn't that how you Asmodians greet one another?

You have Lepharists in Asmodae, too, I hear.

The ones around here, however, are on an entirely different level.

Player: "Are they indeed?"

The elite of the elite--that's what we've got at the Azoturan Fortress. They call themselves Expert Soldiers and Special Ops Soldiers.

They're here now, but you can bet they'll be in Asmodae before long.

How'd you like the chance to nip that in the bud, Player?

Player: Accept.

I'll send you after the Special Ops Soldiers first--
Azoturan Fighters, Azoturan Outrider, and Azoturan Assassin.

Search their bodies for Insignia of Lepharist Special Ops Soldier, and bring those to me.

And...be careful.

Player: "Blood for blood...I mean...the task is mine."

You've looked better.

Well, I said you could do it. I didn't say it would be easy.

Hand over the Insignia of Lepharist Special Ops Soldiers you took off those scum, and get some rest.

Player: "I stripped these from their corpses."

Taking longer won't make the situation better.

While we wait around, they could be up to anything.

Take out those Special Ops Soldiers and bring me their Insignia of Lepharist Special Ops Soldiers.

Player: "On my way."

Good. Good.

This should hit them where it hurts. They'll be a long time recovering from what you did today.

May the blessings of light...no, I don't suppose that's the right thing to say, is it? The blessings of darkness, perhaps.