There is a great deal of power flowing through Panesterra, and many glossy-eyed heroes are prematurely singing their own glory anthems. Most of them will march home, disappointed.

But you... you brought down the Dragon. I think we will be singing your anthem for years to come, Lord Slayer.

I have a message for you, from the Empyrean Lord. Stay a while and listen.

Player: Accept.

Allow me to read from the scroll.

Player, who stood in the face of malice and did not flinch. You have cut a swath through the roiling turmoil that is Panesterra and come out unscathed.

Your achievements shall not be forgotten. Your name, remembered until the final days. Our thanks, eternal.

(Rolls up the scroll.)

Player: "I'm honored."

Today's battle and the prowess of [%userrace] will be recorded for posterity, Player.

I hope you continue to remain fully committed to the protection of Panesterra in the future.

Please, take this token of gratitude for your actions. May luck be on your side.