I stand my ground here for the protection of Jeiaparan Village...just in case they need me.

Just in case! Someday, I'll use my weapon again, not just rest my hand upon its grip. I pray to Ariel that I get sent to the Patema Ruins...even the Nolantis Ruins.

There is adventure there, my friend. Undeads spreading disease, creatures desecrating sacred sites.... Adventure!

Player: "Can I help?"

Perhaps you can venture there for me? Live the life I wish I was living. I'm stuck here in this sleepy village for who knows how long, watching my whiskers turn gray.

But you, Daeva, you should go and fight the good fight, then return and tell me all about it. Tell me of the blood you spill and the limbs you sever!

Would you do this for a soldier stuck in the limbo of his prime?

Player: Accept.

Go then to the Patema Ruins and Nolantis Ruins! Start by returning our wandering ancestors to the flow of Aether from which they came.

They are the Shaman Spirits, my fearless friend. Send them back underground.

And remember, take notes for me. I want descriptions of wounds, sounds, smells...I want to hear everything!

Player: "I'll spill their blood vividly!"

A peculiar scent. Rich, fragrant, almost musky.... You've been near death!

Did you return the Undeads to the Aether? Did they go peacefully or put up a fight? Was there much carnage involved...oh, I pray there was.

Player: "The darkness hid sunken faces as I stepped..."

I wish I could have been there fighting alongside you, Player.

Side by side, swinging our blades through the flesh and bone of those Undeads! The snaps and cracks of skulls being smashed and backs being broken!

But alas, I am still here in sleepy Jeiaparan Village...my weapon slumbering like an infant. Here, take this...you've spiced up my day, friend.