Mine information is unfit for Beritra's interrogators. Wouldst thou desire this intelligence for thy own purposes?

Oh, 'tis true. Tiamat wast slain by Player's hand.

But my lady hath fallen, and naught shall change this. I must be practical. Thus, I seek a bargain -- intelligence for freedom.

Player: Accept.

You look confused. Did you run into a werekarnif or something? It wouldn't surprise me. Stuff like that happens all over the Idian Depths.

Not that it ever comes up here to visit me. I wouldn't even kill a werekarnif if it existed. We could be friends, you know?

Player: "I found a Balaur. That's like a... thing."

A Balaur who wants to help Asmodae?

Player, I didn't know you were this gullible.