Nekshla tells you, "Changes sweep across our landscape, friend. Unnatural changes."
Nekshla tells you, "The oldest and wisest of our kind have felt these rifts, yet they are unable to explain their cause."
Nekshla tells you, "Deep in the center of the nearby city is the source; the elders are able to discern that much."
Nekshla tells you, "You would be providing a great service to our kind by scouring the ancient city."
Nekshla tells you, "Although we have little information to provide you, the elders are most certain something is amiss within the city."
Nekshla tells you, "Good fortune my friend."
Nekshla tells you, "Your expression tells me you have yet to uncover the cause of the disturbance."
