You look like us, but also not like us.

I must believe we are similar at heart, or else our world has no love or structure.

So, tell me. When your neighbor reaches out to you for help, what does an [%userrace] do?

Player: "Help in any way I can."

I have been the Protector of the Holy Tree for longer than I can remember.

If the Balaur hadn't invaded, we'd be together still...

Oh, please, good neighbor. Please, save Dalia. I'm too weak to do anything anymore.

Player: Accept.

Warden Surama's forces have twisted the Holy Tree, corrupting his roots and sapping the energy of other Elim.

When he returns to himself, Dalia Charlands may never escape the guilt.

Please destroy his Blighted Dalia Roots that bind the others. Save his sanity.

Player: "Don't worry. I'm good at destroying."

Then it really was Dalia's voice! He'll recover from Warden Surama's horrible corruption.