Ah... a wandering soul, so full of vigor, comes to a rotting Drakan, trapped in the same cell that has ended so many others.

You stand before the great prophet Frightening Vhasha. I foresaw the Dragon Lord Tiamat's downfall, and for having the temerity to suggest that her immortality was not guaranteed, I was silenced and sent here.

Worse, the Bad Drakan took my book of prophecies. What is a prophet without prophecies, or a knight without a quest? My book is what gives me reason, Daeva. I need it back.

Player: Accept.

Player?

What brings you all the way here? I thought you were in Tiamaranta.

Player: "I have this..."

You met Vhasha, child? Even I've heard that name before--the Balaur hold him in high regard.

Now this book is remarkable... so many of our events were foretold. Look here, the assault on Balaurea, and here! "...the warring twins siding under one-winged cohesion..." that must refer to the peace Kahrun forged between us and the Asmodians!

This is a remarkable find, Player!