Thine aura betrays thee, servant of Hydaelyn.
Thou art the Bringer of Light... bane of Ifrit, Titan, Garuda, and Leviathan.
I am Ramuh, guardian of the children of the forest.
Thou tramples upon sacred soil, Bringer of Light. By what right doth man intrude in this sanctuary of the sylphs?
The Gridanians proffer peace? Their words are born of delusion - thine offer, an insult.
Thou speakest of harmony, yet carest naught for my children's desires. They did but wish to dwell beneath these boughs in solitude - yet even that was too much to ask of man.
Thus did they turn to me for succor. The sentence I pronounce upon thy kind is just.
Gridanian or Garlean, it matters not. The good intent of one excuseth not the misdeeds of the other.
Thy conflicts have brought naught but anguish and misery unto the forest.
All blame doth lie within the darkness that resideth in the breast of man.
Whence sprung this calamitous seed? In the beginning, no such duality existed. Were light and dark given form when man was born?
It would explain much. Not least why strife and sorrow follow ever in thy wake. Thou canst not deny the urgings of thine own nature.
Knowing that thy mere presence here portendeth tragedy, wilt thou persist in this pretense of peacemaking?
[we show Ramuh the Levin Crystal]
Thou bearest the crystal which I bestowed upon my wayward charges. That they should entrust so precious a gift to thee...
Thou standest apart from thy kin.
Thou art the Bringer of Light, aye... but there is something more in thee...
Very well, I shall consider thy proposal... shouldst thou survive my trial.
If thou wouldst champion the cause of harmony, I must have proof that thou art fit to play the role. Weather mine ire, and prove to me thereby that thou hast
strength enough to stay the Darkness which threateneth to consume thee.
Yet if thou shouldst be found wanting, know that
all men shall perish in the storm of my judgement!
Come to me, Bringer of Light. I shall await thee on the field of battle!
[battle at the Striking Tree]
I have taken thy measure, Bringer of Light.
And I judge thee a worthy champion. The task of excising the sin that hath taken root in man's heart is thine.
Shrink not from employing thy strength in service to the forest, and the wider realm beyond. Like hungering shadows do the enemies of harmony gather, and meekness will but feed them.
If man is to be delivered from the Dark, it shall be by thy guiding Light alone. Stray not from the path, for if thou dost, thy people shall be truly lost...