God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

You, reputed as an excellent [%userclass], shows up.

Thank you, Lady Ariel!

Player: "I'm not sure I take your meaning."

You must have heard, Player. We lost the Sulfur Fortress.

The Asmodians! I'm so angry, but what can I do!

This is our situation now. We must plan our counter-offensive!

Player: "It's only a matter of time."

Their military force, the internal deployments. These we must know.

But the Sulfur Fortress Garrisons block my scouting attempts.

If you can help me, I have another strategy, Player.


Player: Accept.

My plan is this. As soon as you are ready, gather your colleagues and go to the fortress.

The Sulfur Fortress Garrisons will turn their attention to your force, while Kenia and I gather information.

Bring Guard's Insignias as evidence so I can include you in my report to the fortress.

Player: "Sounds simple enough."

And then Kenia, did you see me slip past those Guards? They were too busy fighting...oh, hello, Player!

I was just telling Kenia that their defense formation was looser than usual. It looks like we did not need you after all.

But, just in case, were you able to thin their ranks any? Surely you have evidence?

Player: "Evidence. Right."

Well, ah, you see, There was a bit of a mixup, and we...well, we forgot to get ours.

I mean, we got the job done, sure, but we're heading back in to get the rest.

Let's go, Player. We'll need more proof for the higher-ups!


Player: "I think I understand you now."

You are as good as I had heard. Our sortie was flawless.

And these insignia, hardly bloody at all!

When Brigade General Calon hears about this, he will praise your achievement along with ours, Player.