Too hot...no air...no water.

If I could burn...to ashes...to end this pain..... The cursed flame...never dies...or burns low.

I fear my fate.... I become a monster...losing Elim's nature.

• "Can I help somehow?"

The Flame Basilisks...children of the Balaur...feed the fire. They nurture...my anguish...and hatred.

Daeva of Elysea...I beg you...help me!

• Accept.
• Decline.

Flame Basilisks wander...across The Scorchlands.

Show no mercy...wreak havoc...among them.

Their deaths...will be my relief.

• "I spread my wings in your service."

Get rid of the Flame Basilisks for Tartagan, who suffers from the fire.

I thirst...I wither.

Flame Basilisks...flee before you.

Did you...thin their numbers?

• "I've put out their vile flames."

Ariel bless you...child of the light.

My gratitude...burns brighter...than Fregion's flames.

I offer a gift...to the friend of Elim.

Tartagan told you the Flame Basilisks fostered the fires in The Scorchlands.

When you got rid of Flame Basilisks and reported it to Tartagan, he said the flame and pain improved, and he gave you a gift.