We Reians are a curiosity to you. I understand that.

At the same time, you wonder if we are a threat. I understand that concern too. It is natural, as unpleasant as it is.

Player: "We mean no offense."

Of course not. But we have suffered much worse than mere suspicion--worse than most Asmodians can ever imagine.

But we chose this path, and so we walk it with dignity. It is a concept I'm sure you Asmodians understand.

Player: "Definitely."

But even my dignity is shaken when I see the ghosts of the past. I mean literal ghosts--old comrades killed by the Balaur.

Some still walk as restless spirits, deprived of their rightful place in the Aether. I cannot bear to see them suffer, yet I cannot bear to release them.

So I beg you: please send these poor souls to their proper reward.

Player: Accept.

You have given me hope, Asmodian.... Hope is a rare commodity for my kind.

These Reian Spiritwarriors and Reian Spiritmages are mere shadows of a once strong, vibrant people. They will appreciate your actions as much as I do.

Player: "They will rejoin the Aether."

Ah, you startled me. I was thinking of the past.... The days when those ghosts were alive and vital. I miss those days.

Did you succeed in your quest?

Player: "They are at peace now."

I am glad to hear that. I...

I'm sorry, I think I need to be alone now.

But please take this, and know you have my eternal gratitude.