Let me give you a piece of advice, friend. Never set up shop in a forsaken hole like this. I thought I'd make a fortune from the pilgrims coming through, but I'll be lucky if I live to spend what little I've made!

The place is crawling with creatures! Really nasty ones. Slimy things, birds that attack you--even the rocks jump up and try to smash your head in!

Player: "It's that bad?"

I haven't even told you the worst of it! After dark, the dead ones come out. They used to be heroes. Now, they're just empty.

It's tragic. Without them, this world would've been taken over by the Balaur eons ago, and now they're just...leeches.

Player: "Can we do something?"

The Guardians used to dispel the Ancient Elyos Spirits periodically, so there weren't as many of them. Now all the Guardians are busy with the Contaminated Swamp.

Would you dispel a few for me? It's a merciful act, really. They don't remember who they used to be, and I expect it hurts them more to be as they are.

Player: Accept.

Oh, thank you. I might even sleep tonight!

I'd be glad if you could dispel every single one, but I couldn't take that much of your time. How about ten? They rise up out of the earth after sundown.

Good luck, Daeva. Remember...they used to be heroes, so treat them with respect.

Player: "I will."

I wonder why so many of those dead guys keep coming back? Maybe it's the Aether round here....

Are you done already, Player?

Player: "I am."

Nothing scares you Daeva, does it? Thanks for what you've done.

When the pilgrims start coming through, they'll want supplies, which I've got. If they don't like my prices, they're welcome to walk all the way back to the village....

Here's to free enterprise! And to our brave Daeva protectors!