Stubborn, nest-squatting, slink--Oh, Daeva! Not you. I didn't see you there.

It's the Elyos we tossed out of here. They won't face their inferiority with proper dignity!

My scout reports they have set up camp on the nearby Isle of Roots. Clearly an observation post.

Player: "What hubris!"

Precisely! I didn't figure them for a threat at first. A few stragglers. But they're busy lately.

They must be eliminated before they finish their little plot.

Care to stomp some Ellies?

Player: Accept.

I want those three scalawags sent to a Soul Healer.

The first of them is Nemea, a Daeva of Flame with superior magic skills, and wily. The other two are Kenia and Dactyl. Both excel with swords.

Empty that nest of vipers.

Player: "I will."

The fortress walls are secure again, come Balaur, Elyos or anything!

How are our watchful friends? Did you humiliate them? Make some work for their Soul Healers?

Player: "That nest's...empty."

Well done! Won't need to worry about Elyos scouts for a while.

You look tired. Get a drink. I'll contact you again when I need further help.