I have received orders, Player. Orders which must be carried out even though I am loath to do so. This world has spilled its lifeblood, Aether, which turns the natural into something quite unnatural.

Perhaps I should have volunteered for Sanctum. Perhaps I should have devoted my life to the Five, but Atreia turns, and I must turn with it...

Player: "Er...something wrong?"

It's the Manduri forest. There are two problems I have been asked to address there. The first is a simple overpopulation of Grove Vespines, but the second....

Look at the ground, Player. Look at the rocks and soil--inanimate. Enter the Forest, though--the Aether has drawn some of these inanimate things together. The Aether has given them LIFE.

We call them Moss Spirits, and while we could grant them freedom and leave them alone, their rampaging ways threaten the safety of travelling Humans. They have to be destroyed. Would you help me?

Player: Accept.

Thank you.

I will wait here. Return to me when your work is done.

Player: "I will."

Back so soon, Player?

I won't ask how the task was; I only hope your work is done.

Player: "It is."

Thank you, you have done well.

There is more work that needs doing and I would like to call on you again, if I may. Take this for now--it is more than deserved.