There must be a lack of low-level Daevas out there, because they've asked me to continue my research duty.

Can you imagine that, Player? Keeping one of Sanctum's fiercest soldiers out here taking notes.

I came here to kill Tiamat and his army, not dig up rocks. Eh, I guess every warrior needs a little break from battle now and again.

Player: "You sure are proud of yourself."

Who else will be if I'm not? Listen, you helped me investigate the Sulfur Dragrints earlier, and you did a great job. I'm not sure if I mentioned that last time.

But I could use your help again. There are craters that emit acidic gas all around the Angrief Wastes. They melt everything...stink up the place.

I need to collect sulfur samples from these craters under various conditions. Can you lend a wing again?

Player: Accept.

Faith and arms, Player, that's great! I'll give you my collection toolkit to use. All you need to do is collect some samples in the bottles from the kit.

I've already put chemicals into each crater, so you can see the sulfur under various conditions. Depending on which chemical it was, you'll either see hardened or sticky sulfur.

The craters are pretty easy to find; you'll recognize them right away. And thanks, Daeva. I'm sorry I was so rough on you earlier.

Player: "I'll take care of it."

You should always stay alert when you classify sulfur samples...and do battle...and write your mission reports.

Even when you're eating, sleeping, getting dressed. While I stand here talking to you, I'm actually acutely aware of everything going on around me.

Hear that noise? I didn't need to...I saw it while I was looking at you. That's how good I am. Now that I have imparted my wisdom onto you, did you get my samples?

Player: "Here's your sulfur, master of wisdom."

You still haven't collected my crater samples? The chemicals I put in there will only last for so long, Player!

Ruffle your wings, would you! I don't want to have to go back out there tomorrow and pour those chemicals in all over again.

Player: "I'll take care of it now."

Great job, Daeva. You have the potential to be a professional sulfur collector...maybe Inggison's finest! You even smell like one.

I joke because I like you, so don't take it to heart. It's who I am. It's why I live alone, too.

In all honesty, thank you. I'm working on correcting my cynical nature.