Ah... a wandering soul, so full of dark vigor, comes to a rotting Drakan, trapped in the same cell that has ended so many others.

You stand before the great prophet Frightening Vhasha. Who foretold the Dragon Lord Tiamat's downfall, and for his temerity in suggesting that her immortality was not guaranteed, was silenced and sent here.

Worse, the Bad Drakan took my book of prophecies. What is a prophet without prophecies, or a knight without a quest? My book is what gives me reason, Daeva. I need it back.

Player: Accept.

Player!

What brings you here? Last I heard, you were busy saving the day in Tiamaranta!

Player: "I found something..."

Vhasha's book! He and I share the gift of foresight, I see... everything that was written here has come to fruition. A force like this working alongside Asmodian steel would be something to reckon with, no?

Hmm. We should act on this, my student. Opportunities to forge friendships with the likes of Vhasha are not common....