There is a saying--"Death is a blessing from the Five."

I wish that blessing were mine. I never imagined I would become...what I have become.

I don't even remember when or how I died. I have wandered long around Atreia, but I know not how long.
These days, Troll Brawlers make my unlife a living hell.

They chase me. They beat me until I'm broken into pieces. Then I wake up and I'm...like this again.

This is no way to live...or even not to live. Can you...will you help me with the Trolls?


Thank you, living one. My unlife is unhappy enough, but the Troll Brawlers have made it torture.

You do me a great service.


I can speak to the living, and sometimes I remember when I was alive, but not every undead can do this.

Some undead attack whoever they encounter, mindlessly...soullessly. My greatest fear is that I'll forget who I am and become like them.

Have you gotten rid of the Trolls?


The Trolls cannot hurt me anymore.

I've asked many of the living for help, but you're the only one who listened to me, Daeva.

Thank you so much.