The trees are all gone now.

I remain. A ruler without a land.

I owe it all to Phomona.


Player: "Why?"

She sent water from the spring when I could not continue.

Now, I hear she is ill. I would do for her as she did for me.

Basilisk Fins. Kurin Feet. Good to eat...yes?

Player: "I think so, I wouldn't know."

You Daeva. You can aid me.

Can you hunt the food? Bring it to Phomona, friend of the Elim?

Player: Accept.

The fins of Mottled Basilisks. The feet of Reckless Kurins.

Hunt them in the Eiron Desert...where I once ruled.

Player: "I'll return soon."

You came back.

Did you find the Basilisk Fin, the Kurin Feet?

Player: "Here."

There is not enough food here.

Please help my friend. Collect what is needed.


Player: "I'll be back."

Thank you,Daeva.

I hope Phomona will like these.

May the sun always shine upon you.