Great fortune, yes! I could tell the moment you walked in that you are a Daeva of unrivaled power and influence. Let me see, let me see...

Yes! The words coalesce in my mind. You are the great Daeva, no?

• "Everyone knows that."

Ah, yes, well. But do they know... ah... that you are headed to the Crucibles? Something in your confident stride, your determined countenance. Most would miss it; I can read it like a scroll.

I have an offer that you will want to hear. Bring me a token of your trials, a trifle, a trinket. With that, the good fortune I can bring you is endless.

• Accept.
• Decline.

The token is onerous for most to obtain, but worthless in its own right. I'm sure a hero like you will have hundreds by nightfall.

You must simply pass through the 3rd stage of the Empyrean Crucible. At the end of that stage, you will find a Crucible Mark.

• "Crucible Mark? I may already have one."

Take a Crucible Mark to Heltiness.

Back so soon? I had a feeling I'd be seeing you again before long.

Do you have the mark? Show it to me!

• "Riiiiiight... here."

I should have specified. It is a Crucible Mark I need. I'm sorry; I should have remembered that not everyone has my mental gifts.

Don't be discouraged. This is not your only chance. Simply bring me a mark, and I will work my charms. Hurry, though, for I must soon move on!

• "I will!"

Darn it. It's been chip--ah, um. Perfect! What an excellent job you have done, I must say! This is ideal for my charms and incantations!

Now, hurry along. I really must be alone for this.

Ugh, thank goodness Daeva's gone. I'll never get much for this with the corner chipped off.

A suspicious young man promised to work a charm guaranteeing you good fortune if you went to the Empyrean Crucible and got a Crucible Mark.

He pretended to be happy with the mark you'd brought him, but there seemed to be something else going on behind the scenes.