Oh, Lady Siel! Why have you forsaken me?! My pen broke, Player! MY PEN!

I cannot complete my report for Kahrun without it, and if Kahrun has no report from me, he'll likely send troops. And what if those troops were needed elsewhere?!

What if their absence allows our foes to crush our defenses? We could all die, and all because of my stupid, stupid pen!

Please, please... get me a Stiff Strigik Feather from Cucutero Grove! They should be dry enough to stay stiff when wet, and fine enough to write with! Please, Player--the fate of Atreia rests on your shoulders!

Player: Accept.

Oh thank goodness you're back! I was about to start sending smoke signals!

Do you have the feather? Show me, please!

Player: "I really think you're overreact..."

I AM NOT OVERREACTING! You're all so cocky!

But every effect has its cause, Player! What if Lady Siel had voted for war instead of peace with the Balaur? Dragon Lords would never have gained access to the Tower of Eternity, and Atreia would never have been split in two. All that, because of one simple vote!

This may be one simple feather to you, my [%userrace] comrade, but to me, this is everything. You have saved us, my friend. You have saved us all.