Gate of Memoirs/Giving Chase

Baelfyr presses on towards the Vale.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Twilight Gleam"	Music: "Twilight Gleam"
 	
*Zeruiah: Leader of Man. I trust you've been well.
 	
*Baelfyr: Hail, great Starsage. With the blessing of Faefire, the cursed invaders have been driven out of our kingdoms.
 	
*Baelfyr: I daresay it will not be long before we burn their sick corruption to ash.
 	
*Zeruiah: Hmm. Fire is all consuming; Faefire even more so. It makes no distinction between ally and enemy.
*Zeruiah: Beware, human, lest you find yourself a victim of its wrath.
 	
*Baelfyr: Believe me, great Starsage, there is little cause for concern.
*Baelfyr: Many of us are prepared to lay down our lives for our homes.
 	
*Baelfyr: How fares the verdant Vale?
 	
*Zeruiah: Their ravenous appetites have left a foul scar across the North.
*Zeruiah: Mindless they may be, but they have not lingered for long.
*Zeruiah: Ever since our first skirmish, that dread goddess has all but disappeared.
 	
*Baelfyr: This being which you speak of...
 	
*Zeruiah: Is one of incredible power, human. I barely escaped with my life intact.
 	
*Baelfyr: Such a being must have greater priorities than wanton slaughter, then, if it has not joined the fray.
 	
*Zeruiah: ...You make a fair point.
 	
*Zeruiah: Hmm.
 	
*Baelfyr: Has something come to you?
 	
*Zeruiah: Perhaps. I will look into it.
 	
*Baelfyr: If I may, Starsage...
*Baelfyr: It should be of interest to you, that Faefire appears to torment these shadowy creatures terribly.
*Baelfyr: You've granted us the power to liberate our homes from their vile influence.
*Baelfyr: I would be honored to lend my sword to the Vale.
 	
*Zeruiah: A bold proposition, human. We have not had contact with your kind for years.
*Zeruiah: And yet, I must agree that we are in dire need of aid.
*Zeruiah: ...But remember this, human: all things return in cycles.
*Zeruiah: I trust you will respect the order of things.
 	
*Baelfyr: Of course, great Starsage.
 	
*Baelfyr: Cycles, hmm? But unless this corruption is torn from the root, trace amounts will always remain.
*Baelfyr: ......
 	
*Baelfyr: You've been standing there all quiet. What do you think?
*Baelfyr: You don't believe they should be left to wither quietly, do you?
 	
*Baelfyr: Surely you don't mean that?
*Baelfyr: What if their foul essence seeps into the very earth, and contaminates future generations?
 	
*Baelfyr: ......
*Baelfyr: Fair enough. I see you err on the side of caution.
 	
*Baelfyr: You've been a fine partner so far. I suppose this is one of your many skills.
*Baelfyr: Come. We have much to do.