Daeva...you seek to purify...the land?

Player: "I do."

Then start...with my brothers. They have...suffered so long in...the The Northweald.

Are not...the Elim more worthy than...the lesser races?

Player: Accept.

From the Young Divine Tricos...and Divine Tricos in the Iollu Forest...take the Small Horn of Purifications and Big Horn of Purifications.

There is no purer...Aether than in...those horns.

Take them to brother...Fadinar. I hear his anguish...through the earth.

Player: "I shall, noble Elim."

What would you want from...a...fallen Elim?

Player: "Lidimtas sends these."

Sends...a handful of air?

He mocks...my pain....

Player: "I'm sorry! I'll be back."

He sends another...gift...but it is no...good.

We will never...be pure...again.