Grief of the Minorities

The minor races, including us, still remember the massare that took place hundreds of years ago in the land of Orcs. Those who survived crossed the desert and settled down here. We gather annually to have a parade in memory of the dead, but this year most of those crossing the desert were killed by monsters. Now we can't spare any other villagers. If more die, there won't be anyone left in this village. That's why we want to ask you a favor. Console the souls of the dead for us. Deliver the Food to Comfort the Dead to Blacksmith Falcon in the center of Zylok in Silancium. Tell him our story and he will tell you what to do.

Orcs can't be trusted. The land in the east isn't what it used to be. We're the only ones who acknowledge the minor races. Deliver the Food to Comfort the Dead to Blacksmith Falcon in the center of Zylok in Silancium. Tell him our story and he'll tell you what to do.

This is Food to Comfort the Dead. But how did you get this when you're not one of the minor races? Hmm, I see. I was wondering why there was no news when it was almost time for another parade. Since Aliti trusted you, I guess you have the soul of our people, even if it's just for a moment. Then I will respect you. You've come a long way. Get some rest.