You say, 'Hail, Vylleam Vyaeltor'
Vylleam Vyaeltor bows ‘Greetings to you. You are far away from your homelands, stranger. I am looking for someone. Someone that the outlanders call a cleric. Are you a cleric?’
You say, 'I am a cleric'
Vylleam Vyaeltor says 'Ahhh... most pious one. I sense the aura of your devotion and conviction and it is strong about you. A shame you are so short lived, mortal. But I see potential in you and for that I shall aid you in your calling. Do you wish my aid?'
You say, 'I wish your aid'
Vylleam Vyaeltor says 'Then I have a set of goals for you. Once you have achieved them, you shall be rewarded with such as these; a helm, a breastplate, armplates, bracers, gauntlets, greaves and boots. May they protect you from your enemies.'
You say, 'what boots'
Vylleam Vyaeltor says 'With your aid I shall make a pair of fine boots for you. All that is needed is a pair of an ancient tarnished plate boots and a trilogy of crushed flame emeralds.'
After handing in an Ancient Tarnished Plate Boots and three Crushed Flame Emeralds:
Vylleam Vyaeltor smiles warmly as he hands you your reward. 'You have done well, _____.'
Your faction standing with Kromzek got better.
Your faction standing with Kromrif got better.
Your faction standing with King Tormax got better.
Your faction standing with Claws of Veeshan got worse.