Do you ever regret your choice of [%userclass], Daeva?

I wanted to be a Soul Healer all my life, so this is excellent work for me.

If only I hadn't run out of potions....

Player: "Potions?"

Healing souls is exhausting work. Using the Obelisk looks easy, but it takes intense concentration.

After healing one or two souls, we become mentally fatigued.

We can restore our strength by quiet meditation, but that takes time, which we don't always have. The potion can refresh us immediately, but I'm nearly out.

Player: "Which potion is it?"

The same ones sold as "Mana Treatment Potions." I make them myself, but I don't have the ingredients now.

If you're not too busy, maybe you could help?

I have to stay here by the Obelisk, but you could gather some herbs for me, if you have the time.

Player: Accept.

Even your soul is beautiful, Player.

The herb I need to make the potion is Targena. You can find it growing abundantly near the Miraju's Holy Ground.

Would you bring me ten of them, please?

Player: "On my way."

Did you find where the Targena grows?

Doesn't it smell delicious, freshly picked?

May I have it? I'd like to get this potion made.

Player: "Here it is."

Oh, dear. This won't do at all.

I need those Targena leaves, dear Player. I can't get by without.

The recipe calls for ten pieces of Targena. Come back when you have them.

Player: "My mistake. I'll be right back."

I knew I could trust you, Daeva. Your soul has a beautiful light.

With your help, I can make my potion right away and be ready to heal our wounded Daevas.

Please take this. It's a small token of my gratitude.