We Reians are a curiosity to you. I understand that.

At the same time, you wonder if we are a threat. I understand that concern too. It is natural, as unpleasant as it is.

• "We mean no offence."

Of course not. But we have suffered much worse than mere suspicion--worse than most Asmodians can ever imagine.

But we chose this path, and so we walk it with dignity. It is a concept I'm sure you Asmodians understand.

• "Definitely."

But even my dignity is shaken when I see the ghosts of the past. I mean literal ghosts--old comrades killed by the Balaur.

Some still walk as restless spirits, deprived of their rightful place in the Aether. I cannot bear to see them suffer, yet I cannot bear to release them.

So I beg you: please send these poor souls to their proper reward.

• Accept.
• Decline.

You have given me hope, Asmodian.... Hope is a rare commodity for my kind.

These Reian Spiritwarriors and Reian Spiritmages are mere shadows of a once strong, vibrant people. They will appreciate your actions as much as I do.

• "They will rejoin the Aether."

Eliminate the Reian Ghostwalkers for the Reians.

Ah, you startled me. I was thinking of the past.... The days when those ghosts were alive and vital. I miss those days.

Did you succeed in your quest?

• "They are at peace now."

I am glad to hear that. I...

I'm sorry, I think I need to be alone now.

But please take this, and know you have my eternal gratitude.

Belik's sorrow at seeing his former comrades as wandering ghosts led him to ask you to end their suffering.

You sent these poor souls to the Aether. Belik was grateful, but also full of mourning.