Nature is balanced, Player. An even cycle...a perfect circle.

The plant is eaten by...the Brax. The Brax...is eaten by the Karnif. The Karnif dies, and...the nutrients are absorbed by...the plant.

Do you see?

Player: "I see."

Now this perfect circle...can still...be broken. Changes to our environment will...alter the circle.

Eltnen...is drying up. We are struggling...to protect the forest boundaries. Now...something else is bending our boughs.

If the circle is...broken, Eltnen itself will...be broken.

Player: "What is this 'something else'?"

The Kerubian Gatherers. They...cripple the trees with their recklessness. If the trees...die, the creatures which eat from trees will die...starting the cycle's collapse....

We cannot...stop them ourselves, but they must...be stopped.

Will you help us, Daeva?

Player: Accept.

The forest...thanks you.

The Kerubian Gatherers have built their dens in the...Putrid Mire. Go there, kill ten of them...and bring back Kerubian Horns for me.

Tread softly, Daeva.

Player: "I'll be as fast as I can."

There...you are.

Is your work...done? Is the forest safe?

Player: "Yes, I have done as you asked."

I asked for...more than this, Player. I appreciate...your efforts, but you must dig deeper...to uproot the Kerubian tree.

Go back. Go back...and finish what you started.

Player: "I'll leave now. Wait here!"

Yes...perfect.

You have helped keep the cycle intact...and the perfect circle...perfect. The Kerubians have felt...our anger. I hope...they will learn.

Thank you, Daeva.