Player, come here. I've some information for you.

It's Centurion Nereus, you see. He's asked for you to see him at the Teminon Training Camp.

Player: "Do you know why?"

I do not, but Nereus has been struggling with the Balaur for quite some time now. If I were a betting woman I'd wager it has something to do with them.

Regardless, now's not the time for speculation. You've been chosen for a task, and now you must prove yourself worthy of selection.

Player: Accept.

Our Daevas in the Abyss are under constant pressure. If you're able to relieve that pressure even for a short while, then Nereus' faith would have been well placed.

Ariel's grace fly with you. I pray the weight of expectation does not hinder you.

Player: "It is a weight I can bear, Rentia."

Aha! The prodigal child is here!

Thank you for answering my call, Player. What with all the chaff floating about these days, I couldn't risk offering this job out to just anyone.

Need the cream of the crop for this one. The pick of the litter...so to speak.

Player: "What's the job then?"

There's a Balaur training camp nearby. Efficient place too...kind of hole that drills them into those nightmares we have to fight off day after day.

We want someone to head into the camp and take out the Balaur there before they have a chance to get trained up.

They can't swing a sword without training, but they can still be shown a bit of Elyos hospitality.