|A Daughter's Love|
|End||A Weathered Grave|
|Level||35 (Requires 28)|
Here, take this and lay it on his grave. Maybe... somehow, he'll know that I'm okay, and that none of us hold him responsible for what happened.
<There are tears in her eyes now, as she slides a ring from her right hand, and presses it into your hands.>
And... thank you, <name>.
Leave me be...
<A ghostly voice sounds on the wind...>
This is...? Sarah? Could it be she's still alive? The weight is removed from my shoulders...
<name>. Take my sword, Archeus. As my soul is put to rest, I have no more need for it. It was forged to do good, and though I have proved myself unworthy to hold it, perhaps you will carry on the Light through it.
Lys, my love...
The spectral form of Morgan Ladimore appears above the grave.
Morgan Ladimore says: My sword Archeus served me well in life, but as at last my spirit may pass from the unhappy existence, I need it no longer.
Morgan Ladimore says: I shall cling to the life of my daughter and hope that I will find forgiveness under the Light for my sins.
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