Awake finally, I see. You have Remao and the will of the Shedim Lords to thank for that. If I'd had my way, well....

You don't have much time, so I'll need to bring you up to speed quickly.

Player? You seem a little unsteady.

Player: "I'll be fine."

We'll see about that. This is lunacy, but it's out of my hands.

The Balaur arrived long before us and are an infestation on the land. You'll find their encampments and patrols everywhere. The sundrunk Elyos have abandoned the alliance. That's good for us because this land is ours, and I don't mean to share it.

Of course the Reians are just concerned about keeping the peace, but there can be no peace with traitors. Don't let those half-wings get in your way, understand?

Player: "They won't be any trouble, brother."

Good.

Senior Tribunus Stellman, Captain Faun, and Delnutan will be able to bring you up to speed better than I can. Report to them immediately.

Player: Accept.

Are you sure you're feeling all right, [%userclass]? I gave you an order, and yet here you are, still gawking.

Player: "Right, sorry. Blood for blood!"

Awake at last! I've got big plans for you and your...skills.

This new land is filled with opportunity, and I intend to make a name for myself here. With your help, of course. Yes, we shall share the glory, but the names are mine, understand?

Player: "Fine by me. The blame is yours if things go wrong."

What could go wrong?

We have more forces marshalled here than in any previous engagement. We will crush Katalam beneath our boots. I tired of our lands dim dreariness, but here, we have found a new paradise.

A paradise of my making.

We are will go through our enemy like you-know-what through an airon. I expect units under my command to work hard, but the rewards will be worth it, I assure you.

Player: "I'm sure they will."

I saw you talking with Stellman, Player.

A word to the not so wise. He means you no good, and his brazenness will be his folly. He is too much a prima donna for this campaign.

Stick with me though, and you'll go far.

Player: "Why? What's different about you?"

My troops stay alive, that's what.

The Redfang Squad doesn't need a large show of force for one reason and one reason only. We get the job done, clean up the mess, and come home. You want to see Asmodae again, you stick with me.

Stick with Stellman, and, well.... They don't call it Stellman's Folly for nothing.

Player: "Thanks, I'll keep it in mind."

Player. I prayed for you daily during your convalesence and...treatment.

Know that it was the will of the Empyrean Lords that you survived your ordeal. Lord Marchutan himself showed great interest in your recovery.

You should remember that when the time comes.

Until then, I look forward to following your progress here.

Player: "Ah, thank you...?"

I overheard your conversations with our commanders. No need to report, but I'd like to get your impression of them.

Player: "It should be an...interesting campaign."

How diplomatic of you. I know Faun doesn't have a high opinion of Stellman, but all of these Daevas have their uses. It is my job to see that they work together.

It will be your job to see that their work gets done.

Enough gawking, Player. Haven't you heard? There's a war on. Blood for blood!