Oh, Kantele, Kantele.... How much longer can I cover for you...?

Ah, Player! Perfect! Look, I have a favor to ask, but you can't tell Varca.

There are supposed to be three of us guarding Feles--me, Varca, and Kantele. Varca thinks Kantele is on patrol, but....

Player: "But that's a lie?"

A big one. Kantele went to the Strigik Village to "clear it out" for research. Only she hasn't come back!

It's just like her to go running off alone. I tried to stop her, but once her mind's made up, that's it.

I don't know if she's still out there or if the Strigik did something to her.... Please, find Kantele before Varca realizes something's wrong.

Player: Accept.

Search the entire Strigik Village. Tear it apart if you have to.

I've had a friend keeping an eye on her Obelisk, but she hasn't appeared there so she must still be alive. But she might be wounded or captured....

I feel responsible for not doing more to stop her. May Azphel guide your search!

Player: "I'll return with good news."

Hey, you! Thank Aion--you're the first non-feathered face I've seen in a while.

Look, don't you start thinking I'm some kind of sun-blighted amateur just because I'm stuck in this blasted cage. I just got distracted, that's all.

Those sneaky clawless Strigik snuck up on me, and...

Player: "What's important is, how do I get you out?"

I've tried breaking out--nothing works. They probably use some kind of primitive magic to keep this thing together.

They used a Strigik Prison Key to lock me in, so obviously I'll need it to get out.

I'm pretty sure one of the Strigik Warriors is carrying it. So get a move on and find it already!

Player: "I'll be back. Don't go anywhere."

Finally! Being stuck in here watching those blasted Strigik wandering about with their smug looks has been driving me crazy!

You got the Strigik Prison Key, right? Hand it over already! I saw them lock it, so only I know how to manipulate it.

Well? What are you waiting for?

Player: "All right, fine...."

Yes! You go on ahead back to the camp. I'll get myself out.

What? Asathor sent you? Tell him I'm fine. I'll be back soon...just as soon as I pay the Strigik back for their hospitality. This'll be fun....

Oh, and tell Varca...I'm hunting wild game. Or something. I don't care.

Player: "Your funeral."

Oh, Aion. That idiot--she never learns. Fine! This time she's on her own.

I'm sorry for sending you after that hothead, Player. But I appreciate it, and I'm sure she does too, even if she didn't say so.

Still not sure what I'll say to Varca, though. That'll be the most interesting part of this whole mess....