Scattered across Inggison, little pieces of memory lay untouched.

Player: "Pieces of memory?"

The ancient seals whisper secrets of the Jotun. For years, we believed they could help the Reian Tribe.

Will you help me collect some? If you do, I'll give you a ring of mine.

Player: Accept.

Old Weathered Seals go where the wind sends them, so you'll find them anywhere there are Windstreams or geysers.

Bring me 88 seals, and Lady Siel's protection be with you!

Player: "And with you."

Others may have given up on the secrets of the Jotun, but I'll keep hunting. Reians must be resourceful!

Player: "And here's your resource: a pile of seals."

Sometimes I wonder if my voice will be lost in the wind, like my old friends.

Please bring at least 88 seals, as I said before.

Player: "Don't despair."

These are beautiful. Strong and full of memories. What tales can they tell?

Thank you, Player, for adding your strength to my cause. Take this ring, as I promised.