Foreigners in Cantha. Reiko, have we lost? Is it too late to reclaim what belongs to us? To save our culture from getting absorbed into the rest of Tyria? To watch our blood get soiled? I don't have a lot of time—we need to move quickly. I cannot forfeit my last sliver of hope. I've traced the corruption to a cave just north of here. I haven't been able to get too close, but...it might be some sort of relic. A scale, even, washed up during the Zhaitan Disaster. I'm not sure, but the air pulses with dark, ancient magic. My minions writhe whenever we draw too close. Whatever it is...it might be our answer. A solution.