The Windwhips

Please; we meant no harm. They only wanted to subdue you long enough to--you shouldn't be hearing this from me. Just go speak to |nn;@NPC_NAME(9894)|r, behind the blacksmith's. I promise; no more games.

And as a member of the Windwhips, I offer you my apologies. We have behaved disrespectfully. With the greatest intentions, but nevertheless. /please

Four of my best men. Dead. I tried to tell them to talk to you, to avoid force--but you must have been a frightening sight. I know it will be difficult to understand, but please: we are not your enemies, but your allies.

I know what you're after. But I can't give it to you. I'm taking it to a Firran in Austera who's done nothing but help me. But you--you Windwhips have hampered me and attacked me at every turn.

I know it must seem that way. But the Souleye is the most precious and powerful treasure of our race. Though the Firran were born here, we came to glory on Auroria. We must return. And the Souleye may be the key.