Hey, you! You're Daeva the Daeva, aren't you?

No, you don't know me, but I know you. And Elysea could use your service about now.

• "In what way?"

I'm a member of a, shall we say, covert organization, beholden to no one but Lord Nezekan. We work all across Atreia.

My associate Conner and I are on a particularly important mission, but there have been...unforseen complications.

There's a serious time issue here. We want you to resolve the problems. I assure you, this is important to Elysea's future.

• Accept.
• Decline.

Ariel be praised! I need you find and hunt Star Debris.

Some attacked me and stole Mysterious Herbs. They may look mundane, but they make a potent nerve accelerant.

The rest is on a need-to-know basis. You only need to remember that this is for the good of Elysea.

• "I'll trust you...for now."

Find the Mysterious Herbs that the Star Debris stole and return them to Emeele.

While you were gone, I've set some threads in motion. Hopefully they'll weave into a cohesive pattern soon.

Time is not our ally, Daeva. I trust you've accomplished your mission?

• "Got your, uh, herbs...."

This is no time for jokes. This is serious business, whether you realise it or not...and I hope you never do.

Those Mysterious Herbs look innocent, but so does a sheathed knife. Like that knife, they can strike deep into the hearts of our enemies.

That's why it's so important to fight the Star Debris for them.

• "Then why aren't you doing it?"

You're as good as they say. Who's "they," you ask? Oh, a few people you know...and a few you don't.

These will go to the alchemists right away. But this isn't the end of the complications, I'm afraid...not by a long shot.

Daevas put their lives on the line for Elysea every day...rest assured you're doing the same, just by speaking with me.

A rather mysterious Daeva named Emeele collared you and asked you to retrieve narcotic herbs stolen by Star Debris.

You did so, to Emeele's gratitude. She asked you to do something else for the shadowy organization she works for.