You have returned?

Did you not infer my desire to be left alone? I have no time to help remedy your petty issues, Daeva. Yours is a world that does not interest me.

Go. I have problems that I must attend.

• "I'm here to help."

Help? Haha...yes, it is true the Asmodians know the meaning of the word, but only towards each other. To help another, to help an outsider, seems to go against the Asmodian spirit.

But, perhaps I am wrong. You are here after all, and it seems you may be able to help me.

Mine is a problem of a base nature. Nature's grasp is being loosened by agents of change: creatures that care little for the flow of things, only for their own self preservation, as preserved as they are....

• Accept.
• Decline.

Beritra's Weapon calls on all living things in its proximity. Its pull is strong; most are able to resist it, but not all.

Infected Zombies now shamble through my lands. They were once the weak. Our strong minded still live, but their bodies are frail next to the zombie's brutal and unrelenting way.

Destroy them, Daeva. Purge them from this world.

• "I'll do as you ask."

Beritra’s Weapon poisoned the trees and plants which are the Grankers’ main food source. Eliminate the Infected Zombies to stem the contamination, then report back to Vanargand.

You stink of death and putrefaction.

• "Thanks. I've done your work."

Hmm, it seems that way.

Perhaps the tide has begun to turn, or perhaps you are an exception to your race. Time will tell.

Regardless, you are due my thanks, which are duly rendered. Thank you.

Vanargand spoke to you about the spread of corruption from Beritra's Weapon.

You promised to help, and destroyed the nearby Infected Zombies to help stop the spread.