Ah! There you are!

I was looking for you, Player. These summer days got me reminiscing, thinking about how things used to be, about the path I've walked, the things I've seen, the things I've done....

But my story is nothing like yours. Nothing at all. I was curious--have you ever been back to where all this started?

Player: "Poeta..."

Yes! One of the jewels of Elysea...

Maybe you should go back and take stock of everything you've accomplished this far. I believe that our beginnings provide context for all that we do in life. Maybe by visiting Poeta, you will garner a better understanding of where your life is headed?

And if not, you can still sample some of the region's treasures! I've drawn up a list here of the best things Poeta has to offer. You can take it, if you like.

Player: Accept.

Good! Now here's a guidebook with clues on each location. I've always believed treasures should be earned, not given--you'll have to discover these yourself.

If you manage to figure the clues out, you'll find someone waiting for you with souvenirs. A little memoir of your roots, if you will.

Happy travels, friend.

Player: "Faith and arms."

You're here because of the clues in the guidebook Makana gave you, right?

Her clues are as subtle as rampaging Brax. Might as well say "GO TO SANCTUM AND SAY HELLO TO CORNELIUS."

Anyway, you're here. Hand me that guidebook.

Player: "Here."

And...now it's stamped, and you're good to go!

Oh! The souvenir! I have some Poeta Bread for you. Just show the book to Makana, and she'll see that you made it here.

You ought to get on your way now. I've others coming, provided they can decipher Makana's oh so cryptic clues.

Player: "Faith and arms."

I remember you. I remember you running about here, scared to death of the Airons! How things change!

This view doesn't change though, does it? Still catches my breath every time I see it. Glistening waves, slowing time, dust drifting orange and gold through a violet sky. It doesn't get much better than this.

I hope the guidebook description did it justice? Hand me it, please.

Player: "Certainly."

Hmm, this description is adequate, I suppose. Still, some things are hard to put into words.

This is your souvenir, a Poeta Postcard commemorating Cliona Lake. I see you've already sampled the food, so just one more place to go now, hey?

Here's your guidebook back, all stamped up and good to go.

Player: "Thank you!"

Ah! Welcome!

I am the last of your clues?

Player: "I think so."

Excellent. Then you traveled Poeta far and wide, and revisited the sites that bore the first few steps of this new life of yours.

Treat this place as an anchor, Player. Poeta can steady your feet, ground you when you feel you are falling, and will always, always be a sanctuary for you to relax in.

Here is your souvenir, a Fungie Charm, and here is your stamp. Faith and arms, friend.

Player: "Faith and arms."

You came back!

How was your trip? Did you find all the locations I mentioned.

Player: "You tell me."

You did! Well done!

I hope you appreciated the little diversion. There are more things in this world than fighting, and life isn't just about death.

Keep your souvenirs for now. You earned them, and perhaps they will remind you of this lesson.