Sprite Cyerfu

"To fend off the monsters, we exhausted all our magic power. When we were at our weakest, the Crimson Sawtooth Army nabbed our chief." Cyerfu wrung his hands.

"I saw a Ursuva Officer look down at a plan; on it, I believe the place where our chief is imprisoned is marked. Please get me that plan!"

"The Ursuva Officer should be in Fort Ursuva not far to the east. Be careful!"

"If memory serves me, the plan should also include detailed information about Fort Ursuva."

"I hope it is not too late..."

Thank you. This is the plan, but it seems locked by magic, and I cannot decipher the content."

"We must dispel the magic that clouds this plan. I don't doubt those thieves will cast a terrible spell on the chief to obtain his mana."

"Dastardly thieves dwell in Fort Ursuva, but so do truly evil, scheming alchemists who produce torturous potions."

"The alchemists can make Magic Powder-I bet some of that powder would clear the magic from this plan. It's worth a try!"

"Please bring me some powder!"

"Hopefully, the powder can reveal the secrets of the plan, and we'll know why the thieves kidnapped the chief and where they've imprisoned him."

"We cannot let him die at their hands." Cyerfu looked to the distant north, blinking back tears.

"Thank you!" Cyerfu grabbed some powder and cast a magic spell.

Quickly, the magic disappeared from the plan, making it readable, and Cyerfu scanned its detailed content.

"The chief became a horrible monster! We're too late; the alchemists cast a wicked spell over him, and he lost his mind."

"Darkness devoured him!" Cyerfu covered his face and cried.

"Though the chief is under the conrol of the wicked ones and might reveal the secrets to unlocking the ancient city, we still have hope."

"He is imprisoned in the center of the fortress."

"If we can defeat him, the spell will break, and I can bring him back to life through the special magic of Sprites."

"Only you can take this assignment. Sprite Messenger, can I rely on you?"

"Sprite Messenger, I beg of you!"

"In the Sprites' Forest,*Please make sure to dispel the curse on the chief. Do not let thieves enter the ancient city!"

"It is the holy city of the knight of the grasslands, Bodor! We cannot let them sully it."

"Thank you, Sprite Messenger."

"From now on, I'll work on gaining the strength to bring the chief back to life." Cyerfu bowed to you.

"%n%, I will remember your name forever."

"I firmly believe that the day to return to the ancient city will soon come, and when it does, I will surely invite you to enter the holy city of Bodor."

"You could understand my words? You are a Sprite Messenger? Fantastic!" Cyerfu grinned from ear to ear.

"I am a Sprite and used to live in an underground city, in a palace where Bodor, king of the grasslands, reigned. We were his servants."

"Guarding Bodor's palace was our glory."

"One day, monsters attacked us. Our chief locked the city up tight and took us away from danger."

"However, some villainous humans kidnapped our chief and tried to break into the city."

"As far as I know, those humans are called the Crimson Sawtooth Army."

"They must covet the magic power and treasures inside the ancient city."

"Since I lost my magic power now, it's up to you to rescue our chief. Please!" Cyerfu looked at you desperately.