What do you want? Don't presume to think we're automatically friends just because we're both Elyos.

What's that? Do I have friends? of course!

Yes, I do have a friend. His name is Delus, and we've known each other since childhood. After I ascended and joined the Sanctum Expeditionary Force, I didn't see him much until HE ascended and joined my unit.


He's out in Wildheart Grove, protecting a researcher who isn't quite right in the head.

This scholar Doria is cooking strange stews with ingredients gathered from the forest, and then she forces Delus to eat them.

Have you been in that forest? Even an Asmodian trog couldn't survive on the "ingredients" you can find there.


Don't say it, friend in the light. Don't say it or we will not be friends. Am I clear?

Now Delus, you'd think he could get by on rations, but the strange Daeva refused the supply, claiming they can gather their own food from Atreia's bounty.

You want to be my friend? You can take those rations she refused from the quartermaster and out to Delus.
Hah! Once Delus is strong again, we'll take those Asmo trogs down. Infiltrate Gelkmaros and destroy their cities, kill their women, show them that their destiny lies under an Elyos booted heel.

Explain the situation to the food supply soldier, Borriello, and I'm sure he'll give you what you need. Or else he'll talk to me, and no one ever wants to talk to me.




The campsite to the north declared that they don't need any supplies. They said, "We'll take care of our own food".

I have no idea what they plan to eat, but I hope it doesn't kill them.


Supplies on the sly? That's no way to keep an army, but it's better than no supplies at all!

When I went to deliver these the first time, they were eating a porridge made from moss!

I still have the allocation for that campsite. You're welcome to take them.
There are no mirrors out here, so tell me the truth, does my hair look as lank as it feels?

Do I look like a Daeva with the strength to lift his own polearm?


Shhhh. Don't let Doria know you're here. I don't want her finding this and taking it away.

Yesterday we had rock tea, which she called "soup." And the day before we had moss porridge, which she called "green." A food supply soldier was here, and he saw the "green" but did nothing!

I guess the only one who thinks about me when I'm away is Seneca.




Was the food supply soldier as obliging as Lord Israphel, or do I need to go and see him myself? Dirty, roachy trog.




You've already made the delivery? I'm glad he was happy with it.

Time and again, I've told him to request assignment elsewhere--Sanctum wouldn't refuse Delus, even if they'd refuse me--but does he listen?