Hmm.... What do I do now? I can't.... Ah, Player! Fate is on my side! You are the solution to a problem I have.

I just received a report from one of my researchers that could be of the utmost importance.

Unfortunately, I'm a bit shorthanded, and all of my own people are already occupied with pressing matters.


Hmm.... Unfortunately, I can't tell you that. Your contact will, should you accept.

I apologize for the mystery, but this is that important. I can't afford to risk it leaking out, especially not to....

Well, I shouldn't say that either. I will tell you that it could mean the difference between victory and defeat here in Gelkmaros.


Ah, excellent. Go to Rhonnam Refugee Village and meet with Skira.

She'll know you're coming. Follow any order or request she may have of you.

She will also tell you the purpose of all this. Then you'll understand the need for secrecy.


Ah, Player. I'd been told you were coming. Let me fill you in. You know that Nunglark Village was destroyed by the Balaur, right?

Well, whatever power they wielded not only destroyed the village, but changed the very composition of the soil.

This is very exciting. If we can get any information on the initial attack, we could unlock the secrets of Tiamat's power.




Indeed. Unfortunately, the villagers aren't of much help, what with the trauma and the usual difficulties of eyewitness accounts.

However, one of them told me that there was a Shulack in the village who was a top-notch tinkerer. He created a bead that records images. If that bead was active during the attack, it could've captured the whole incident.

Those images could be invaluable to us. Ask Gehlen; he might know something of the matter. I'll continue my own investigations in the meantime.


Skira seems very active lately. And interested in what I have to say. Now you?

If I didn't know better, I'd think there was some kind of conspiracy afoot.

You seem excited. Am I about to find out what's going on?
Oh, that story? Frankly, I didn't pay much attention. It seemed far-fetched to me.

Still, it did stick with me.... Now who was it who told it to me...?

Shards, I can't remember. There are so many refugees here they blur together after a while. Let me think about this for a while. I'll remember eventually.