That one such as you can slay my lord Tiamat...

Know thee that my vengeance does not call you hither.

Player: "So, what can I do for you?"

Tiamat's memory fades, and we see the true devilry is Beritra's.

Beritra! The wretch still slays my kin.

I alone survive an orchestrated massacre. Wouldst thou prevent another?

Player: "Dost thou-- D'you expect one?"

Short days past, an Arunt Messenger arrives with Beritra's Order.

I trow his delivery orders an attack on the stronghold where Tiamat's last followers reside.

I pray you. The orders cannot resolve.

Player: "Kill the messenger. Got it."

What news, good Daeva?

Player: "His message dies with me."

O treacherous paper! To seal the fate of my remaining brethren.

Player: "Better the messenger than your mates."

Quite.

And to the contrary.

For though the messenger dies, the message lives.

Player: "What do you want to do about it?"

Prithee ensure Beritra's legions hie themselves away from Tiamat's meagre forces.

Here, in the Balaur Battlefield, wouldst thou destroy the Beritra Siege Weapons that rain fire on my brethren? Wouldst slay the murderous Sheban Pacifier Archmage?

For thine sake, not for mine own.

Player: "Beritra will fight on two fronts."

Many good thanks. I trow you act for yourself, but gramercy. Gramercy.