Most Daevas of Zephyr were dispatched here to Heiron with the sole glorious purpose of studying either the Balaur or the undead.

I guess you could say that I got the...dirty end of the stick. I was chosen for undead duty. I'd trade in a heartbeat for Balaur duty, though.

I could honestly care less what sends zombies back to the flow of Aether...I just want them gone!


They've put me in charge of this whole shadow-cursed area, Player! I'm but a single Daeva!

But my superiors don't want to hear that. They just want to hear that I've found out how to destroy zombies in a simple and quick fashion.

Any chance I could get you to go to Orton Farm and get rid of the Sobbing Banshee[pl:"Banshees"]s and Ragged Boggart[pl:"Boggarts"]s again for me? I'd pay you.


Ahh, thanks, Player. Remember, just head east from here...you'll run right into Orton Farm.

Watch your back. Kill the Sobbing Banshee[pl:"Banshees"]s and Ragged Boggart[pl:"Boggarts"]s and get out...come back here. The night draws them out.




Six bones...a pound of flesh and--ah, you're back, Player! I was thinking out loud again.

How did the extermination of the Banshee and Boggart go? Are they dead...again?


Thank you, Daeva. You've saved my hide today.

Here...here's the reward I promised you.