Player...you have returned and still...so full of life.

Your aura...envelops all around you. You...look well.

Player: "I am, Elote."

Of course...despite your work...we are still plagued...by Wriggots. They have no predators...here...so their resurgence is always inevitable....

Player: "You need my help again?"

Only if...it is offered...young Daeva.

I cannot demand help...from you...when you have already done...so much.

That said...it is you who best knows...how to defeat the Violent Wriggots...so perhaps it would be best for you to take this on...again.

Player: Accept.

Excellent....

I cannot...thank you enough. Those creatures...will soon be gone from Verteron...and only then will we be able to rest...peacefully.

Kill the...Wriggots and bring me the Wriggot Villi they use to...consume our sap.

Good luck...my child.

Player: "Thank you."

Once again the [%userclass]...returns.

Have you done as I asked...Player?

Player: "Here they are."

No...this isn't right....

My brothers...still suffer...Player. You must kill those...terrible Wriggots and return...to me with the Wriggot Villi they use....

Player: "I'll be right back."

You hear the...wind? The trees...they are thanking you...Player. We owe you so much...yet can offer little more than our friendship.

We will...aid you when we can. This I promise....