The trees are all gone now.

I remain. A ruler without a land.

I owe it all to Phomona.

• "Why?"

She sent water from the spring when I could not continue.

Now, I hear she is ill. I would do for her as she did for me.

Basilisk Fins. Kurin Feet. Good to eat...yes?

• "I think so, I wouldn't know."

You Daeva. You can aid me.

Can you hunt the food? Bring it to Phomona, friend of the Elim?

• Accept.
• Decline.

The fins of Mottled Basilisks. The feet of Reckless Kurins.

Hunt them in the Eiron Desert...where I once ruled.

• "I'll return soon."

Lodas is worried because his friend Phomona is sick. You promised to get him the fins of Mottled Basilisks and the feet of Reckless Kurins.

You came back.

Did you find the Basilisk Fin, the Kurin Feet?

• "Here."

There is not enough food here.

Please help, my friend.

Collect what is needed: Basilisk Fins and Kurin Feet.

• "I'll be back."

Thank you,Daeva.

I hope Phomona will like these.

May the sun always shine upon you.

Lodas believed he owed his survival and his ability to protect the Eiron Forest to Phomona's help.

He heard the news that Phomona was sick, and wanted to send her some food to help her recover her health.

You collected the fins of Mottled Basilisks and the feet of Reckless Kurins, and took them to Lodas.