I tell you, I've seen true faith, but only in the eyes of others. There was a pilgrim came passing through here once. I let her stay on my farm.

I could see straight away that she wouldn't stay long, that her ambitions were more lofty than farming.




I gave her a room and saw that she didn't want for anything. It's only right, I think. Pilgrims live a hard life.

And that's what she was, touring every holy ground in Elysea and paying homage to each sacred area as she went. There's something inspiring in that.

I tried to convince her to stay longer, to teach me more of Ariel and the Seraphim Lords. It was selfish, and did no good anyway. She was only here for a couple of days.


Today I learned that the pilgrim and her husband left the village for Zumion Canyon. They can't have been gone long.

I wanted to give this to Anasia, but I never got the chance. I can't leave now or the farm will go to ruin.

Would you help, Daeva? Take this to her? She'll be in Zumion Canyon, I've no doubt of that.



You are too kind. I won't forget this.

I've salted some Dried Porgus Meat to aid her on her pilgrimage. I couldn't stand the thought of her going hungry while on such a noble journey.

Please, give this to her and let her know of the deep respect I have for her and her work.
I am nothing more than my body. This form that you see before you is my tether to reality.

Yet, the moment I entered this holy ground, I felt a change. A shift in my essential being, in the Aether itself. Here, even flesh and bone becomes sanctified.


This is so much, from someone who has so little....

We've lost all our food. The gryphus snatch anything you leave for a moment. This must be the work of providence. Please, will you thank Hanontus for us? His generosity has come at the perfect moment.

And you, you must have travelled through perilous areas and over a great distance to reach us. I cannot thank you enough. I will offer my prayers in your name.