Welcome, Player.

Thank you for coming so promptly.

Player: "What's going on?"

Actually, Empyrean Lord Marchutan was the one who asked to see you, not me.

He has some kind of request for you. I'll send you to him straight away.

If you're ready, just close your eyes and take a breath.

Player: "I'm ready."

Player. I have heard much about you.

If the stories are true, then I am in need of someone of your skill.

If you are willing to travel, I have a task for you.

Player: "What do you need?"

I need you to go to Balaurea. Specifically, Gelkmaros. The Archons there are in need of assistance.

Help them restore our base there, and find out what the Balaur are up to. There will be a... not insignificant battle there soon enough. We must prepare.

Fate will guide your steps.

Player: "I'll go."

As the Empyrean Lord explained, Gelkmaros is on the brink of all-out war with the Balaur.

We need all the hands we can get. I'm glad you're here, Player.