I still keep the battle gear I wore under Lady Siel, but the time has come to pass it on to the next species of Daeva.

Are you worthy of my necklace, Aion-blessed Player?

Player: "I am! Let me prove it!"

If I could only understand the clues left behind by the Jotun, I could return the Reian Tribe to its former glory.

The Jotun left traces in the ancient gales that whisper along the Windstreams.

The Old Weathered Seals hold the strongest remains of their presence. Would you get some for me?

Player: Accept.

I look forward to the day we meet again. When it comes, my people will be closer to rediscovering ourselves.

Bring me the seals, and we'll rejoice together.

Player: "It will be done."

I remember the cities of my people, high in the clouds....

Player: "I brought a pile of seals for you."

Getting the seals shouldn't be difficult, Daeva.

My necklace should motivate you to acquire all of them.

Player: "This necklace better be worth it."

These old seals give me hope. Someday, I will discover their secrets, and my people will ascend again unto the heavens.

Here's my necklace, as promised. I hope it helps you in battle.