Oh! Wait a moment, Daeva!

What did the wreck look like? Do you have any more details?

I just remembered something....


Player: "From what I've heard..."

Oh! Wait a moment, Daeva!

What did the wreck look like? Do you have any more details?

I just remembered something....


Player: "From what I've heard..."

Hm, I wonder...no, it can't be! The Argos? After all this time....

Men from our village set sail for Verteron a few years ago to fight against the Balaur trying to sneak into Elysea.

Since then, we've heard nothing. We thought they were simply unable to send word. We never dreamed that they were...that they had...


Player: "Go on, please."

There's no point in my saying more until we confirm that it's Argos.

When they left, each sailor wore a necklace on which their name was carved.

Daeva, please check the wreck for Sailor's Necklaces. If it is the Argos, you should find at least one necklace there.

Player: Accept.

Thank you.

If you find the Sailor's Necklaces, please return to me as quickly as possible.

I engraved the names on them myself... Of course, I hope that I'm wrong.

Player: "I'll return soon."

When you left, I went to Nobelium and prayed.

I prayed that the wreck was some other ship...not the Argos.

Was there proof? Did you find...


Player: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Galasus, Rodias, Lunose...I never imagined that the Argos ran aground. It was so close, and we didn't even know.

I should tell their families...but I can't. My own grief will make a mess of it all. Can I ask another favor of you, Daeva?

Give these necklaces to Lantis, Heraloene, and Camana, and tell them about the Argos. I will go and pray for the sailors.

Player: "All right."

I've been standing here all day. I'm so tired.

Sometimes I regret my choices in life, but nothing worth having is ever easy.

My brother went all the way to Verteron to fight. Compared to that, this is nothing.


Player: "You might want to sit down for this."

What... What're you saying? My brother is in Verteron... He's in Verteron!

But, his necklace...Galasus...

Thank you for telling me. Though I don't have his body...at least now I can bury his memory.

Player: "I'm sorry for your loss."

Rodias? Is that you?

Oh...I thought you were my son come home from the war.

Do you have business with me?


Player: "I have something to tell you."

What? I can't hear so well. What's that in your hand, is it for me?

Why,this is...why do you have my son's necklace, Daeva? My Rodias...Did he die?

Oh, Aion's mercy! He was so young...


Player: "I'm sorry for your loss."

Isn't the weather is lovely today?

I feel so good on days like this. Like good news is on the wing.

What brings you here, Daeva?

Player: "This never gets easier."

Oh, no! No!

My husband used to say he would die at sea--I used to get so angry. Shortly after he left, he appeared in my dreams. I should have paid more attention. Now I can barely remember his face.

Please, leave me. My tears are not for you.