Praise Azphel! An Asmodian! Oh, Aion, I'd almost despaired of ever seeing a friendly face again.

I heard you battling the Balaur. You've done quite a number on this place. Good work!

Not that this is the time or place to slap each other on the backs. We need to get out of here.

Player: "Right. Stand back!"

Wait! Don't waste your energy trying to batter down my prison. It won't work.

This crystal is one of their little innovations. Balaur can walk right through it. But to any other species, it's harder than titanium.

I've been thinking. Perhaps if I could wear Balaur armor, I could escape. Walk right on through like they do. I assume...hope...that you'll help me escape this blasted place?

Player: Accept.

That's a relief. Hope has been in short supply ever since I was imprisoned here.

I suggest getting the armor from Undead Drakan Researchers. You can slip the pieces to me, and I can fit them together.

I hate to rush you, but every moment that passes is another that the inevitable Balaur reinforcements draw near.

Player: "Yes, I'm on a clock, I know."

It's a rare time when I get to just sit back and watch an Asmodian in action.

It was a pleasure but, of course, I would've rather been fighting by your side.

Did the Undead Drakan Researchers cough up their armor?

Player: "Very forcefully, yes."

Hmm, I don't think this is enough.

I need enough Undead Drakan Researcher armor to fool the prison, after all. It won't be easy.

I have some armorsmithing training, so I can take care of that part. You just need to do yours.

Player: "And I am!"

Hmm, very nice. You managed to get these without battering them down too much. You're a true Asmodian, with an iron will.

I admire your restraint. I certainly don't think I'll have that kind of control against the Balaur when I get out of here.

Here. This is some stuff I had hidden on me that my jailers didn't find. You can have it.