Questions, noble Daeva?

I know everything there is to know about the Balaur.

Is that...is that a Dionae...at the edge of the camp? Move back, Daeva! I will protect us! Shards! Where did I put that stick?!

Oh...never mind, that's just a rock. Never can be too careful in Balaurea...this place is just crawling with foul creatures.

Poor Itar wants so much to conduct his research in the field, but I know he's frightened of the native beasts. It's good that he has his big brother here with him--otherwise I'm afraid he'd become a permanent resident.

"I think Itar can handle himself..."