“Pyroclastic resonance, body temperatures still well above ambient, and freshly broken earth... Ah, forgive my manners. You were sent to meet a contact, and here I am: Jubal Caledus, Archsage of the Scholia Arcana. If you would be so kind as to ready your weapons, I believe we are about to be attacked.”
— upon your first encounter.
“That was bracing, wasn't it? Aethan did not exaggerate your prowess. But it was a pity what happened to this caravan. I followed their trail from Mel Aglir in the hope that they carried a letter from the missing Adept Fel. And indeed, I was correct. I believe this should go to you.... The message names a likely suspect. Continue onward, then, to Mel Aglir, speak to this Patrick Morkan, and find what befell our missing colleague.”
— once you have dealt with the attackers.
“I am not accustomed to being questioned by anyone, even newcomers as promising as you. See to your task, Neophyte. And remember: whatever attacked Adept Fel is not to be underestimated.”
— when asked: What will you be doing?
“Fascinated with rank, are you? Perhaps one day you would like to stand in my shoes? Trust me, it is not as pleasant as it seems.”
“Aethan and I came up through our initiation trials together. He is my most trusted Savant. There is a reason he was chosen as your mentor, Neophyte. Heed his wisdom.”
“For centuries the High Lords of Kandrian used spell and sword to keep a fragile peace. But times have changed. It has become a land ruled by dear. Use caution when walking its roads.”
“Nestled in the protective shadow of Kandrian Keep, it appears Mel Aglir is now home to a predator. Try speaking to the local villagers to determine what has happened to Adept Fel. Should you tarry in finding what troubles the village, there might not be anyone left to question.”
