The winds are changing for the poor Elim. Those shadow-cursed Agrints have moved into the Decayed Grove, tearing everything up in their wake.

Those poor, peaceful Elim are reaping the worst of it, though. Their natural habitat is being taken over by that intruding filth.


Lady of Light, Player! The gods? Do not speak to me of the gods! They've forgotten what it means to be a god. To let this innocent blood spill right below their own noses...

Today, we must be gods! Today we decide who lives and who dies! And today, my friend, today the Lumbering Agrint[pl:"Agrints"]s in the Decayed Grove will die! For the Elim!


We are greatly indebted to you.

This will benefit the inhabitants here as well as the Elim.

If you kill 12 [plur]Lumbering Agrint[pl:"Agrints"], you will be rewarded for your great deed when you return.
As a child, I remember the peaceful Elim spreading their knowledge of nature throughout Arbolu's Haven, never asking for anything but an ear to hear their stories.

Imagining a world without their presence...is unthinkable. Unthinkable. We must help them in any way we can. They are the true fathers of the Elyos.


The silent gods are forever in your debt. You may never hear it from them, but you will hear it loudly from me...thank you.

Take this...it's just a little something. You deserve better. You deserve much better for what you have done for the Elim.