A lifetime hath I waited for a soul to come hither and lend thy hand with my revenge.

But never were I to guess an Elyos wouldst be this soul.

Player: "Revenge? For what?"

Stormwing's disciples hath lived on...even after death.

I wilt have no eternal rest till they hath turned to dust and slumber in nothingness.

If Stormwing's Underlings are thine enemies as well, I beseech a pact to kill our common foes.

Player: Accept.

Old and tired am I, Elyos. I beseech you to lift thy sword and sever the spirits from their flesh.

Take passage to the Crypt of the Vanquished thee will and kill Manadar Wraiths, Manadar Maguses, Manadar Trappers, and Manadar Slayers.

If thou destroy them and satisfy mine vengeance, unto thou be a glorious reward.

Player: "I will get your revenge!"

In my grief and anger, I find neither rest nor peace whither more.

Elyos, dost revenge be mine? Art Stormwing's underlings slumbering in yore?

Player: "They are all dead, Aeshma."

From whence grief wrought justice, Elyos. But mine soul hath not found its rest.

Peace only cometh once all of Stormwing's disciples return to the nothingness from whence they came.

I beg for thine hand's help once more.