I came here to ask Asmodae's aid, but your people's situation here is as precarious as our own, in many ways.

Yet I have watched you assist those in need, so perhaps you are someone I could talk to.

Player: "Talk to about what?"

Have you heard of the Dragonbound? They are akin to a cult, Humans serving the Balaur with a fanaticism bordering on madness.

They have been abducting my kin, torturing them, turning them into Dragonbound like themselves. Thus our numbers shrink as theirs grow.

This may be presumptuous, but could we ask for your aid against them?

Player: Accept.

I thank you. Even a single Daeva assisting us is more than we could hope for.

One of my kinsmen, Ortiz, is at the entrance of Subterranea.

Go see him, and tell him that you are aiding me. He will tell you what to do next.

Player: "Consider it done."

You think I look strange, do you not?

Perhaps you think I am a kind of Elyos? I assure you I am not. I am one who has lived in this land since before the Cataclysm.

Do you have any business with me? If not, please excuse me--I have much to consider and do.

Player: "Belik sent me."

I see. I apologize--I did not think anyone would agree to assist us.

Yet I don't recognize you from the base. You are not one of the Archons assigned to this place?

Nevertheless, any help is welcome. I thank you.