Will this job never end? There are still so many undead spirits to look after.

Amalen and the children she looked after weigh on my mind the most.

Player: "Who's Amalen?"

The longer the war against the Krall lasted, the more people fled the Manor. Many children lost their parents.

Orphans trudged the roads, grubbing food like animals, sleeping in ditches. It was awful.

Amalen was different. Most other adults looked to their own needs, but she took care of the children as if they were her own.

Player: "That's extraordinary."

It was, especially in those days.

But she and the children were never safe from Krall attack. Now, they wander the land around the orphanage, undead but unaware of their fate.

Daeva, could you help me send them back to the flow of Aether?

Player: Accept.

Thank you, Player. I hate to think of those children roaming restless and tormented, when Amalen's one wish was to offer them love and peace.

If you go south from here, you'll see a stone wall and the frame of a gate leading to a house. In the yard, children who became Boggarts wander about, and Amalen the Forlorn sobs.

Please give Sneering Boggarts and the Amalen the Forlorns eternal peace.

Player: "Your servant, good spirit."

Player! Did you find Amalen's orphanage?

I've worried since you left, unsure you could do what needed to be done.

Please tell me, did you help them back to the Aether?

Player: "They rest in Aion's protection now."

Thank you, Daeva. This may be the greatest service you've ever done.

You'll be blessed.