Pardon me, but can we talk?<BR><BR>I'm dying for news outside of town. Thanks. A lot of soldiers don't give civilians the time of day. I just want to know what's going on.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"How can I help?"</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> When the argons hit us, we feared for Kaiator. Did they sack it?<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"No, Kaiator still stands."</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> What a relief. Without access to Kaiator, we'd never survive. We haven't gotten any supply shipments in weeks. We're holding out, but the villagers fear a painful death from starvation.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"We'll get supply flights going again."</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> Thanks. Blasted argons don't appreciate the need for regular meals and firewhiskey.<BR><BR>They're definitely storing something, though. We've seen the big argons transporting these glowing...things to the Cyasma Spire.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"What's in this spire?"</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> No one knows, but I heard Celtan mention that cyasma is like argon blood and food—all in one.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"We've suspected as much."</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> We're not cowards, but we can't hurt the argons. Most of us are simple artisans or traders.<BR><BR>We're no match for these red argons—or their queen.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"Did you say queen?"</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> Yes. Ceidos called her "Shandra Manaya." I don't know where he heard it from.<BR><BR>All I know is we started seeing these red argons—and they're a lot stronger than the blue ones. If you fight them, watch yourself.