Those bone daggers? I made them as, uh, a gift for someone.

You see, there's an ecologist named Lamia who studies the Twilight Battlefield.

She's always tracking some dangerous creature or other. I thought a good dagger would be helpful.

Player: "You're sweet on her?"

Well, uh...yes. And the dagger turned out beautifully, but I can't take it to her. If she saw me as I am now she'd faint!

Player, will you please deliver this dagger to Lamia for me?

Player: Accept.

What a relief! Tell Lamia I made it for her...um, unless that's a bad idea?

Well, someday I'll be myself again. With that in mind I'd better tell her, right?

Enough! Just take it to Lamia and tell her I carved it for her.

Player: "It's fine, I'll go."

When I first saw the Abyss, I felt pure excitement. So many things to study, such research to do!

In time, I realized no matter how I exhaust myself, there's always more to see.

But I have a Daeva's lifetime to immerse myself. Why rush? Be methodical.

Player: "A friend sent this."

You say Ladacus crafted this for me?

I'm quite surprised. I never expected an artist's soul in someone so bloodthirsty. And I certainly never thought he had feelings for me.

Should I accept this dagger? Well, I doubt anything will come of it. And I suppose it might be pleasant to have an admirer...or two.