Ah, Daeva, you've come to help.

They told me no one would ever help a lowly hedge witch here in the big city. But I knew I could count on my fellow Asmodians for aid.

Player: "What aid do you require, friend?"

It's the visions. The terrible visions in my scrying bowl. When I gaze into the waters, I see glimpses of the future...of light, and torment, and terror.

It makes me shudder just to think about it. But I must see more! We must protect ourselves from this pending horror!

Can I count upon your aid, [%userclass]?

Player: Accept.

I thank you for your aid. You are indeed of worthy blood.

My needs are simple: I need energy to boost the strength of my scrying. Go forth and hunt Novice Exorcist Souls and Novice Healer Souls, and bring me their White Soul Fragments.

I am certain that I can channel the energy of those souls and clarify these visions.

Player: "The task is mine."

Soon, I'm sure the [%userclass] will return soon. I can wait. I can wait.

They should have known better. If they'd have only been reasonable...

There you are! Did you get them? Show me!

Player: "Here you go."

Yes! These are perfect! So tender, so smooth. Simply pulsating with energy. Mmm!

What? Oh, yes...yes, I'm sure I'll be able to strengthen the visions with these White Soul Fragments. The energy will be tasty...tastefully focused into my spell, so we can see more details of this portent.

Blood for blood, Daeva.
Are you shirking your duties, Daeva?

Do you give your word, your commitment for aid, so lightly?

No, I'm sure you just need more time. Get me those White Soul Fragments.

Player: "Yes, of course."