You look winded. I take it you've noticed the distinct lack of Aether in Balaurea?

Well, you don't have much time to catch your breath. We've received word that Brigade General Versetti is looking for you.

Don't stand there gawking, make your way to Inggison Illusion Fortress. If the Brigade General wants something from you, it must be important.

Player: Accept

Come, Player. Your name has traveled quickly through the ranks.

There are human and Daeva survivors in Balaurea, many of which are Reian.

The war front is important, no doubt, but I believe your time is better served assisting the Reians and reinforcing our bond with them. When the time comes to make the final march on Beritra, we will need allies.

Player: "True."

I've never been particularly fond of the Reians, but a chance at having their soldiers lead the charge on Beritra is not something to ignore.

Assist them, and while you do, remind them who brought this destruction upon them. It shouldn't be difficult to stoke the coals of vengeance.

For both our sakes, I hope you work quickly. We'll need you back on the front lines soon.

Player: "I'm sure this won't take long."

Good. We don't have the resources for a full scale relief effort. Instead, you will foster a relationship with the Reians.

Besides, they are far more likely to follow a singular symbol than form an official allegiance with our government.

Player: "Consider it done."

What do you want from me? I think I've suffered enough to be spared tedious conversations.

Make it quick.

Player: "I'm here to help."

You want to help? Me?

If I were in any other situation I'd turn you away, but I don't have the luxury.

I'm sure I can find something for you to complicate.