The Elim are known...for their memory. We...ghh...remember centuries of...memories. The smallest detail...stays in the Elim's mind.

But I...I have forgotten. The Agrint plague swarmed through me. I forgot who I was...and what I was.

Player: "What saved you?"

Mother Nature...herself. I was struck by lightning...and in an instant the Agrint plague...was gone.

It hurt me though...nearly...ghh...killed me. I am to die...I can feel that. The sap sears me now. Everything...is tender. Everything...is agony.

I cannot hurry death...but I am waiting to pass on.

Player: "Can anything be done for the pain?"

Yes Daeva. But I cannot...get the items myself.

If I had some Basilisk Scales... and Flame Fins, I would be able to...make an anaesthetic of sorts. That would...quiet my pain....

Would you be able to help...Daeva?

Player: Accept.

Please...bring me six Basilisk Scales...and four Flame Fins. You must kill...Red Scale Basilisks and Lava Basilisks for them.

Hurry, Daeva. The pain is...unbearable....

Player: "I'll be as fast as I can."

Did you bring them, Daeva?

Please...I am burning...inside.

Player: "I hope this is right."

No...no...no....

I need six Basilisk Scales...and four Flame Fins. Ghh...please hurry!

Player: "I'll get the rest now."

Ahhh...yes....

I will bury them by my roots, and then...the pain will subside. You have...helped.

Thank you....