You're Player, yes? I've heard much about you. You are the Daeva who can pass in and out of Taloc without getting ill.

I must ask a favor of you. My comrade Donbran stayed too long inside Taloc. He didn't listen to my advice. Something happened to him in there.

He's sick now, and he's not getting any better. Please, you must help me...you must help him.

Player: "I don't know what I can do, Crosia."

We need a cure. It's not just Donbran...several Daevas came out of Taloc the same way. I have no treatment for their illness.

But I heard alchemist Phailos is developing some kind of antidote. I'm not sure how far he's gotten to finishing it, though.

I'm in real trouble here, Player. My legion is dropping like flies, and my Brigade General is squeezing me for information.

Player: "How do I help?"

See Phailos! Everyone around here is on pins and needles waiting for him to finish the antidote, but he's taking his own sweet time.

Would you check up on Phailos for me?

I'm sure once he sees a big strong [%userclass] standing over him, he'll hurry it up a bit.

Player: Accept.

That blasted Phailos is just lounging about, taking his time.

He says that since Daevas can't really die, there's no need for him to stop his other studies to make the cure.

But we feel pain. Donbran feels pain. My legion feels pain. You can get him to move a little faster then?

Player: "He'll come to know my urgency."

Hmmm? Yes? What is it?

I don't recall asking for food to be delivered....

Player: "How's the cure coming along?"

The cure? The cure for the Taloc illness? The cure that has overshadowed all my other studies because some silly Daevas didn't listen to advice?

If you're referring to that cure, then I have no news to offer. I'm trying my best.

And please tell Crosia not to rush me.