You'd better walk away now, Daeva. This place eats people and spits them back out again.

Player: "Sounds like you've had a rough time."

Ever since I saw my son lying dead in that valley, covered in claw marks and feathers, my life's been endless torture.

I became a bounty hunter to track down whatever killed Arin. Whatever had wings exactly like these feathers.

Player: "Feathers are all you've got?"

If I had more evidence, don't you think I'd have found the killer by now? Ten years it's been...ten rough, miserable years.

I've never asked a Daeva for help before. But I think it's time.

I have to avenge my son's death. I have to move on.

Player: Accept.

Hunt down the Viragos at the Empyrean Lords Sanctuary. Pluck their feathers and bring them back to me.

Then we'll see if any of them is the killer.

Player: "I'll do it."

Hand over the feathers. I want to see them.

Player: "Here."

I've got to see the feathers for myself so I can be sure. Please, bring them to me.

Player: "I'll be back."

Leave me. I'll sort through these and see if any one of those Viragos was the one who killed Arin.

If not...