I... I decoded the rest of the journal. It... Listen: "I am in danger. The Nightshade Clan sold the relic to the Balaur, no doubt for huge profit.

"But, in viewing the transaction, I was seen. The Nightshade have sent their most deadly assassin after me: Pernicious Malkin.

"I hear her chittering even as I write this, though I have hidden my most prized possession in the Jotun Sanctuary Ruins, and so am ready to face my end."

It's the final entry. Malkin! You... Player! Kill her! Avenge my father!

Player: Accept.

My father... he didn't deserve murder. And at the hand of a Shulack?

Did you kill Pernicious Malkin?

Player: "I did. Your father can rest easy."

Th-thank you, Player. I told you before that my father and I were never close, and... not once did he mention me in this journal.

I loved him as much as a daughter could, but I could ever get his attention. There were always new ruins to uncover, new languages to master.

Still, I'm glad I could honor him. Perhaps he's watching me now. Perhaps not...