I've lived here since before the land fell to corruption....So many of the undead have faces I know.

Player: "How ghastly."

If their souls aren't purified, they'll never return to the flow of Aether.

But I can't slay them--every time I try to fight one, I see the eyes of someone I once knew staring back at me.

You're a champion among Daevas, battle-hardened and tough. You'd kill them without hesitation...wouldn't you?

Player: Accept.

Graveknight Militants and Lich Necromancers roam the Wailing Cliffs. But even if you deal with their corrupted shells, their souls will still lie there in agony....

Likely their souls are linked to their most precious belongings. Bring them to me, and I shall bury them by the roots of Baltasar.

Player: "I'll set them to rest."

Do not tell me of your battles against the undead. I don't wish to hear it.

Player: "Then I'll just give you these."

Please. We must purify their souls. Bring their belongings to me.

Player: "I'll return."

I can feel their souls resonating in these items.

I'll bury them here. As Baltasar draws their souls up through his roots, they will become purified.