Player, are you busy, Daeva?

We have an urgent request...if you have some time.

Player: "What is the problem?"

The Caldera Outpost is badly in need of supplies, but there is no one who can deliver them.

Neither Beramones nor I can leave our post, nor can we assign a job this risky to The Watch.

I can't send Humans to a place where Trolls and Lepharist Revolutionaries are lurking. Player, will you help me?

Player: Accept.

Thank you. What a relief! The supplies should have been delivered several days ago.

Please take this. Be careful, it's heavier than it looks.

Deliver it to Hylas. He must be anxiously waiting for it, so please hurry. Too bad there's not enough Aether for you to fly--you'd have it there in no time!

Player: "My feet will be my wings."

Arieluma! What are you doing in this light-forsaken place? If you're looking for love you've come to the wrong place! Haha! Ah, ahem....

Seriously, what brings you here?

Player: "Arkel sent me with supplies."

Supplies! Of all the forgotten places in this land you walked into mine--with supplies! I could kiss you!

I was about to run out of food. Thank you. You must have gone to some trouble to come here, so please accept this. It's small, but it's my token of gratitude.

You sure you don't want that kiss?