Please listen for a moment, Player. My father's story isn't over yet. I've read more into his journal--listen to this.

"It exists! This device is real, but how? And whose technology? I shook off the Grave Robbers, but only to uncover a shadowy group, the Nightshade Clan, who appear to be closer to this relic."

Maybe... he's still alive. I know he probably isn't, but... Maybe by following my father's clues, I can find out what's actually going on, and, even if he is dead, get some sense of closure.

Will you help? Will you find the Nightshade Camp and kill the Shulack Sentinels there?

Player: Accept.

The Nightshade Clan have been exploiting the lands around here for years, Player. They loot sacred places clumsily and recklessly.

The ruins nearby were once filled with all manner of invaluable art and artifacts. Then the Nightshade Clan came, and now it's all little more than a skeletal husk.

Ridding Sarpan of the Nightshade Clan doesn't just help me, you see. We're doing the world a favor.

Player: "Well, I'm glad I could help then."

As am I, my friend. Now, let's look at this journal again.

Everything's written in code from this point, presumably because my father feared his findings being discovered.

I can decipher his entries, but it'll take some time, I'm afraid.