According to official policies we should have several Guardians stationed here, but look around. Not one!

We're dangerously understaffed. We need some backup, blast it!

All I can do is ask any Daeva passing through to lend a hand.

Player: "I see...."

There was a time when I'd have rather clipped my own wings than beg for help. But the days when I could afford that kind of arrogance are far behind me.

We need your help, Player.

Those infernal Lepharists have become a force to be reckoned with. Their Lepharist Fighters and Lepharist Outriders act as though they own this area, and if you don't help us stop them, I suppose they do.

Player: Accept.

I humbly thank you for your offer, Daeva.

I would be grateful if you could eliminate five Lepharist Fighters and five Lepharist Outriders.

Light go with you.

Player: "And with you, my friend."

I've been waiting for you.

You don't seem to be hurt. Did you complete your mission without any trouble?

Please, tell me about it.

Player: "It was well within my abilities."

It is as I expected.

Thank you for getting rid of those Lepharists. I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't stepped in to help.

Still, it'll take more than this to win us the war, so please continue to help when you can.

Here's a token of my thanks.