You don't look like a member of our Legion, brightie. Are you a wandering Daeva?

Well, if you came all the way here to get rich, you'd probably do better as a bounty hunter in some place like Theobomos.

But we're happy to have you here. I'm Meiria.

Player: "Arieluma, Meiria."

If you're going to make a name for yourself in Inggison, you've gotta have connections, brightie.

But that's absolutely fine because I can introduce you to folks around here if you like.

Player: Accept.

Here. See? These letters from Sanctum will be well-received by our local notables.

The envelopes have all the information you need. This one is for Distributor Pilipides, this one is for Priest Kailaus, and this one's for Nonnos.

These three all live in the fortress, so finding them will be easy.

Player: "Thanks for letting me do this, Meiria."

I've wanted to meet you so badly, Player.

From hearing of your heroic deeds, I think we have many things in common.

Player: "Would you like your mail?"

How come you have this? Aaah. I see. You were tricked by Meiria.

I've worked many places, but I've never been tricked by a lazy messenger.

Player: "We can't all be as wonderful as you."

Fellow Daeva, there is nothing to fear.

Empyrean Lord Kaisinel watches over everyone here, whether inside the fortress or outside.

Player: "He watched over your mail desultorily."

Jokes about our Lord Kaisinel show you for the uninitiated child you are. But have no fear, for Kaisinel supports your actions in this holy land even when you don't consciously turn to him.

This letter is a response from the temple to my support request. But we've spoken about this in person already. I wonder how long it's been in transit....

I am proud of you for trying your best.

Player: "Kaisinel's blessings."

Hmm? What was that?

Do you have a question?

Player: "I've got your mail, sir."

Oh! Ah, yes. Just let me find my glasses....

Let's see here.

Oh my! It's magnificently crumpled, isn't it? Have I seen this before? No, no. You be sure to tell Meiria to be more careful with my mail next time.

Player: "I'll let her know."

Welcome back, brightie! I can call you that, right?

Did you give out all the letters already? Skilled people are good at everything, and look how fast you were.

Player: "They all complained about you."

How awful! You go out and try to meet people, and they're too caught up in their own heads to treat you nice!

Well, never you mind, brightie. We'll just try again.