Whatever afflicts these Rotrons isn't obvious.

We need an Elim expert to figure out what's wrong.

Player: "Do you know anyone?"

I met Sirilis at the Soul Healers' Conclave. She'd been assigned to Arbolu's Haven.

She's spent a year of living with the Elim. She must know what afflicts the Rotrons.

Would you take the shell to her and see if she knows anything?

Player: Accept.

Arbolu's Haven is to the far north--an oasis of green in a corrupt land. Walk in Ariel's light, Daeva.

Player: "May the Five bless you."

Hail, Daeva. Blessings of the light upon you.

Rest awhile under the shelter of Arbolu. You'll find no greater peace in all Heiron.

Player: "Will you look at this?"

This shell isn't rotten like you'd expect. It's tough, but elastic.

I know enough about the Elim to know this isn't natural. Who would do such a terrible thing?

Trajanus should be informed. Arbolu's Haven could be in grave danger.

Player: "Thank you for your help."

Welcome...Daeva.

Player: "I bear disturbing news...."

First Agrints...now Rotrons...is there no end...to this corruption?

The forest is...patient. We shall overcome...all threats.

But we may need...the aid of Humans.