An Asmodian, here? I must admit, your presence stirs...unpleasant memories.

But do not be concerned. I put behind any hatred I might've had centuries ago.

It was a different time, a different world. And I've also changed since then.

Player: "I don't understand any of what you just said."

Oh, pardon me. I used to be an Elyos, you see. No, I do not know why my form changed, but I am comfortable as a Reian now.

I was a member of the Storm Legion, the first to make contact with your kind. I fell into Balaurea after we were ordered to retreat.

I don't know what happened to any surviving comrades. They were planning to hide by turning into these little beasts with long ears....

Player: "You mean Gergers?"

You met them? Then they're still alive! But why wouldn't they have returned to Elysea by now?

Ah, of course. Gemyu and his comrades always were proud. They probably think they shamed Elysea or some nonsense.

If you've helped them before, then perhaps you could convince them to swallow their pride and finally go home...?

Player: Accept.

Gemyu and his friends always believed in the blessedness of the Elyos.

Finding Asmodae and then being routed by Lord Zikel must've come as a terrible shock.

But they shouldn't keep punishing themselves for crimes that only exist in their minds.

Player: "I'll do what I can."

Have you visited us before? Things have been very quiet lately.

But that's just how we Gergers like it!

Player: "Paudav has something to say."

P-Paudav? N-no, I don't know anyone with that name. Neither does anyone else!

We certainly don't know anything about weaklings who let their comrades die horrible deaths.

Besides, who said we feel bad about anything? We're happy living here, understand? Happy!