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(Just a small storage room that's been recently cleared out.)

Xion pulls the lever and the elevator activates.

The party arrive in a storage facility that's been recently cleared out. Only a dead soldier is in the hallway with a letter close to him.

"Heh. So much for supplies. This place has been cleared out. Check out this soldier. Poor sod." Xion told the party.

She grabs the letter and reads it.

High Scholar Modyn

''I grow tired of your continously sent letters that state that you need reinforcements in your position. My men are already stretched thin as it is and I will not waste good soldiers in your own selfish crusade.''

''If you want to sate your lust for knowledge, I'd suggest you'd do it yourself. Our men are busy hunting down any heretics that worship the False Tribunal in Azura's name as it is. I trust that we will not speak of this again.''

By my hand and seal,

Galdrus Hlervu, Grand Master of The Reclamations

"The Reclamations? Oh, boy." Xion told herself.