It's time! In hours, our life will begin anew. My thanks are owed entirely to you, dear Daeva. Thank you, so much.

I have one last request to make of you, if you would hear me?

Player: Accept.

I will take this sleeping drug and fall to my sleep, but in that sleep, I cannot raise the alarm, nor ensure my plans are carried out correctly.

I would like you to rouse the others. Once I have fallen unconscious, and appear dead, you must cry out so that the others are alerted. They will come, so make haste in your departure!

Ah, one last thing. I have many prized treasures in the Fancy Box beside me. I will not need them after this, for I will be dressed in Aurio's love, the warmest of blankets against the coldest sky. Please, take whatever you wish! And goodbye!


Player: "Goodbye, Owllaet."

(The box is full of ruined accessories and worthless junk that merchants would laugh at.)

Player: "Could have guessed..."

Both of them died! Even better!

Now we just have to make it look like Aurio and Owllaet killed each other, and the whole tribe should come crumbling down in no time.

Excellent work, my Elyos friend. You've done us a great favor today.