You look helpful. Are you helpful, Daeva?

I have problem. Big problem, need help. No, no, Davikik needs help... Gurrp, my memory is not so good.

Go ask Davikik, he will say what is problem.

Player: Accept.

Oh, thank Aion! I have been sending prayers most earnest to the Lady Siel that a Daeva would come to my aid, and now--ha ha!--here you are!

Daeva, I remember! It came to me on the wings of a dream, a vision both disturbing and enthralling.

I am not Gurriki, my friend, not truly. I had forgotten, but this dream returned the memory to me. I am a Reian, beset by a wicked rival's curse!

Player: "You certainly don't sound like a Gurriki."

Yes, I have undertaken to relearn civilized speech. It was not easy, nor was eschewing the insects my fellows here gobble so voraciously.

All these Gurriki ever think of is their next meal. It is a relief to speak to someone of real intellect.

Oh, I am so eager to return to my true form. To fly again, Daeva! To soar!