Yejhana's Lodestone quest

Yejhana's Lodestone
Quest giver	Yejhana Rehn
Next quest	Until There Is No Enemy
Starting Zone	Southern Waste of Tarhyl
Ending Zone	Southern Waste of Tarhyl
Other Zone(s)	Great Divide
Suggested Level Range	65
Quest items used	Yejhana's Lodestone Focusing Bead x 3
Item Reward(s)	Yejhana's Lodestone
Alignment shifts toward	(Good) (Evil) (Chaotic) (Lawful)
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Walkthrough

Find Yejhana Rehn (Southern Waste of Tarhyl  at -1250, 1400, -23  • Vah Rehn camp) .

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana flicks an ear at you while the other presses out to the side. It's clear she doesn't want to be disturbed.

You say, 'So... pleasant weather we're having, isn't it?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I suppose.' Yejhana's ears twitch, then return to neutral as she looks to the north. 'All things considered.'

You say, 'Oh? What things?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'That desert used to be about a mile further back.' She chuffs. 'Then again, everything *else* has gotten worse. I suppose I should be grateful that the weather, at least, has avoided catastophe [sic].'

You say, 'You remember your cities, then?'

Yejhana is silent. Eventually, she nods. Her ears twitch, as if wanting to lay back.

You say, 'How did you come to be here?'

Yejhana chuffs. 'You seem to have a gift for brutal questions, stranger. I'd take offense if I thought you knew what you asked.'

You say, 'I meant none. Still, would you mind explaining?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'The short answer is: I killed a man, in cold blood, with plenty of witnesses.' She studies you for a reaction and gives no hint of what she sees.

You say, 'Your crime was murder?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Not quite.' She tilts her head. 'Granted, we've all seen plenty of death, but murder is another star entirely. Yet you don't appear to fear me. Why is that?'

Note: This is most likely an alignment hit. Below are only my best guess for what type of hits they are.

[D1] - Evil ?

You say, 'Sometimes people just have it coming.'

MISSING TEXT

[D2] - Good ?

You say, 'The world is a cruel place. It's not hard to imagine even a kind soul driven to kill. Whether that's you, I cannot say, but in any case you've clearly suffered enough.'

MISSING TEXT

[D3] - Chaotic ?

You say, 'How can I react? I know nothing of the circumstance. Without being you, in that place and time, I cannot even say whether I'd have done any different.'

Yejhana nods. 'A fair response, if a little weak.' She looks about the camp, then back to you. 'Perhaps it will change. Stories have a want to be told, but I've no stomach to tell any of these folk my tale.'

[D4] - Lawful ?

You say, 'I assume he wronged you in some manner, but I must await the rest of the story before I can judge whether your actions were warrented [sic].'

Yejhana nods. 'A fair response.' She looks about the camp, then back to you. 'Perhaps it will change. Stories have a want to be told, but I've no stomach to tell any of these folk my tale.'

[D5] - Neutral ?

You say, 'What you do--or did--on your time is none of my business. I don't think you want to kill *me* and that's all I'm really concerned with.'

MISSING TEXT

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I've said my fill and my throat is coarse from the words. Another day, stranger.'

Wait for the camp to reset.

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana flicks an ear at you while the other presses out to the side. It's clear she doesn't want to be disturbed.

You say, 'From what you said before: You remember your cities, then?'

Yejhana is silent. After a moment, she seems to change her mind. '...aye. I'm not one of them who was put out from the refugee camps in the lands of magic. I was exiled from the city for my crime and lived almost a decade as a Rehn before I was... taken... to here. Flash of light, found myself alone in the middle of nowhere. I'm sure you've heard it before.'

You say, 'You made your own way here?'

Yejhana nods. 'Unlike the others, I knew where I was. It dropped me on the plains of bad. From there, it was a simple matter to make my way back here.' She flicks an ear north, at the desert. 'Of course, I had no idea how much time had passed.'

You say, 'What was it like, before you were exiled?'

Yejhana looks down at you, ears pushed out to the sides. 'You're going to keep asking, aren't you?' She shakes her head. 'I don't know why you're so curious, stranger.'

You say, 'Neither do I, but I am. Would you continue?'

Yejhana Rehn says, '...I suppose.' She sighs, concentrating a moment. 'I've lived among Rehn a long time, stranger. In this camp, your life began when you entered it. Nobody talks about what came before. The refugees will likely talk to you--they don't know better--but the Rehn won't. It's the only custom the House has. My past is long-buried--it will take me a moment to dig it up.'

You say, 'That's okay. I'll wait.'

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You say, 'House? The other vah said it was tents.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'No, stranger--house as in the House of Rehn, of exile. There are many houses, or at least there were. Vahl, Kajek, Shahar, many others. Their power waxed and waned, they struggled politically, and so on. Most had at least a few noblemen, though none so many as Vahl.'

You say, 'So Rehn refers to a noble house?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Of sorts. When a vah is exiled for high crimes, she loses her house name--initially it was just a custom as her parent house tried to avoid her stigma, but I'm told it was eventually codified into law. When this happened to me, I was simply a 'vah' named 'Yehjana', with no last name at all. I then made my way here and was accepted. This made me 'Vah Rehn', or exiled vah, and gave me the surname 'Rehn'.'

You say, 'That explains Haryn's name change.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Aye.'

You say, 'If you're Vah Rehn, what was the name for the vah in the city?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'That really depends on the context.' Yejhana seems unusually engaged in the conversation. She seems to enjoy explaining it to you. 'To refer to vah as a race, like you'd refer to elves or dwarves, simply saying 'vah' will do. 'Vah Shahar' is technically correct, but not often used--it refers to all Vah from house Shahar. 'Vah Rehn' is more often used because Rehn isn't a normal house. To refer to all vah who--hrrn, I'm not sure how to put this.'

You say, '-Wait for her to continue.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Vah society, vah civilization--our cities, our culture, our art, and so on--all work themselves together into a sort of vah self-image in which exiles do not generally share. That is, after all, the purpose of exile. When one says 'vah', one calls to mind a base physical description. When one says 'Vah Rehn', one thinks of a motly  [sic] assortment of exiles and refugees. The term 'Vah Shir' refers to everything not covered by those two. It refers to that art, to those cities, to the culture, in the form of the people who embody them.'

You say, '-Let her finish the explanation.-'

Barely-masked rage filters her tone. Her tail trashes behind her. 'However, that no longer exists. To say 'Vah Shir' now is to say gibberish--there are none left. The cities are gone, the art is burnt, the culture is in tatters. The vah in the caves in the lands of magic had no right to that name. They were not Shir, they were some twisted shadow left skulking the ruins of it.' Yejhana's claws flex in and out of her fingertips.

You say, 'You've put a lot of emphasis on the grammar of it. -Laugh- You sound like a schoolmarm.'

Yejhana's eyes go cold. Her hand moves reflexively to her satchel while her ears lay flat back. But then, after a moment or so, they start to twitch--first a little, then a lot, and then Yejhana roars with laughter, no trace of her anger left in her voice. It's several seconds before she can talk. Her expression is hard to read, but it's clear she's struggling with some inner demon and that she might actually be winning. 'Stranger--<Player Name>, was it?--you don't know what that means to me. You...' She chuffs again, ears flicking about madly. '*Thank you*, <Player Name>.'

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I've got to think about some things yet, <Player Name>. Another day, I promise.'

Wait for the camp to reset.

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana flicks an ear at you. She seems to welcome your company.

You say, 'From what you said before: You remember your cities, then?'

Yejhana is silent. After a moment, she seems to change her mind. '...aye. I'm not one of them who was put out from the refugee camps in the lands of magic. I was exiled from the city for my crime and lived almost a decade as a Rehn before I was... taken... to here. Flash of light, found myself alone in the middle of nowhere. I'm sure you've heard it before.'

You say, 'Do you know what happened to them? The cities, I mean. The others won't tell me.'

Yejhana shakes her head. 'If any of them know, they're not talking.' Her ears lay back. 'I'll say this, though: If I ever figure out who's responsible, I'll gut them. I'm not good at much but that's something I can handle.'

You say, 'Why? I thought your people cast you out.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'No, my people exiled me from the cities. They took my house name and my possessions and sent me to live among the Rehn. But never once, not for an instant, did I stop being vah. There's no sin great enough to earn that punishment.' Yejhana seems twitchy, apprehensive. 'Besides, they had good reason to cast me out.'

You say, 'Your crime was murder, as I recall.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Like I said before: Not quite. But first, I'd like to tell you about the city I lived in--Shar Vahl, our capital, greatest of our works.' She pauses a moment, then flicks an ear at you and continues almost sheepishly. '...I apologize if my manner seems... condescending... at times, <Player Name>. I find that explaining these things to you seems to help. I would like to continue, if you've time. You make a good student.'

You say, 'I'd love to hear it.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I'm willing to believe that.' She pats you on the head. 'Shar Vahl was built by the Vahl, as the name implies. It rested in a crater hidden among the mountains, though when I lived, it was more of a mesa within a valley. We dug out all the rock surrounding the place to make our buildings. It was a grand sight: prosperous, vast, and beautiful. For the most part.'

You say, 'For the most part?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'It was not without its problems. For one, it was away from the coastline, far from the vast ports that provided the backbone of our empire. But for two, and most importantly, it was our biggest city. Many, many vah lived there, and in such a place it was easy for some to lose their place in the sky.'

You say, 'What do you mean?'

Yejhana takes a deep breath before continuing. 'Myself, for example. When my position at the academy was... no longer available to me... I had few options. I had no other skills, but that didn't get a chance to hurt when even the lowliest stable wouldn't hire me. Shar Vahl was a place suffused with politics and in it I carried the black spot. With no work came no money.'

You say, '-Let her continue.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I fought it as long as I could. I got a few jobs here and there at places too small to keep up with news, but they never lasted. I lived off my savings, but that boat was sinking. I couldn't bring myself to leave. Call it stubborn pride, but I'd done nothing wrong. In retrospect...' She sighs. 'Not a day goes by that I don't wish I had simply gone to a coast town and went back to teaching.'

You say, 'So why did you stay?'

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You say, 'Wait, you really *are* a schoolmarm?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Was one, but yes.' Her tail flicks about happily. 'Those days--that me--was peaceful, happy, and rewarding. I'd do anything to get it all back.' She pauses, as if unsure whether to continue. 'When you... when you called me that in jest... you can't know how much that meant. I'm so used to what I became, to being petty and mean and kicked and all that... Even when I remarried, I never quite got it back. Not even for my son. So when you said I was 'sounding like a schoolmarm' again, it...' She shrugs. 'I don't know what to say, but I do know that I'll keep talking. By the stars, I'll tell you anything you want to know.'

You say, 'You remarried? There's a lot more to this story, isn't there?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'It's a long one, aye, and I swear on all I am that I'll tell it sometime, if you've the ear for it. But let's stick to the topic for now.'

You say, 'Fair enough. So why did you stay in the city?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Leaving would have been admitting I was beaten. It wasn't *fair*, it wasn't *right* what that man did to me. I knew it to the depth of my being. Somehow, leaving town would have been letting him win, letting that happen. And I couldn't. Stars help me, but I couldn't bend my principles like that.'

You say, 'Did you at least find work?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'No.' She looks away. 'I didn't, and I was soon unable to even feed myself. Have you ever stood in line for something to eat, <Player Name>?' Her voice is quiet, small. She pauses for reaction before continuing. 'Of course you have. Everyone has. But this... the bread line was different. I wasn't there because I wanted to be. I hadn't paid for the meal, I hadn't earned it. It was *humiliating*. I remember looking at the vah ahead of and behind me, seeing their expressions... I felt more powerless, more dependant  [sic] with every shuffling coffle-step. When I got to the front and accepted my ration of stale bread and salted fish, I swore to myself I'd never go back, that I'd find some way out of my situation.'

You say, '-Wait for her to continue.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'As I walked away, I heard the vah behind me mumble the same thing. When I turned to look, I saw a crippled old man with gray fur and tattered rags and nothing else to call his own. I wanted to shove my ration at him, to tell him 'No! I won't be like you!' I couldn't. Gods help me, but I was too hungry. So I screamed and ran instead.'

You say, '-Wait quietly.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I spent the rest of the day looking for work. Bad jobs, odd jobs, I'd take anything.' Her hand strays idly to her satchel. 'I went door to door, asking if anyone needed help. I found nothing. The next day I sold my home.'

You say, 'Why would you do that?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'It was foolish, I know.' She looks down again, brushing something away from her eye. 'I just couldn't bear to go back to the bread line. I wanted the money to buy food. And it worked, for a time, but of course not forever. Those nights sleeping in alleys, clutching my last coin to my chest and sleeping light for fear it would be stolen, were the worst I'd ever experienced. It nearly broke me. And then...'

You say, 'And then?'

Yejhana Rehn says, '...and then the coin was all gone. I shuffled slowly back to the bread line, defeated, broken. I wasn't thinking right: It never even crossed my mind to leave the city. All I could think of was how much I hated the man responsible for all this, but it was a dull hate, in the same way that one might hate the disease that claimed their parents. It was distant, impotent, beaten. I joined the line.'

You say, '-Let her resume the story.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'It moved slowly. I had plenty of time to look. And as I stood there, I noticed more things. I saw the beaten people around me, saw their rags and their faces, but there was more than that. In their eyes I saw my future. I read in their limp tails the pathetic fate in store for me. In their laid-back ears, I saw my own impotent meanness. I heard in their speech the vicious, spiteful, pathetic, useless, broken, wronged, unjust beaten waking-death that I was about to join. Every step I took brought me closer to that future.'

You say, '-Wait for her to finish the story.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Then I noticed one more thing: I was tall. It was strange, the way the thought clawed its way past the despair. I turned around, unwilling to believe my eyes, but I could clearly see head and shoulders over everyone in front of and behind me. It dawned on me: I was the only one standing straight.' Yejhana's expression is grim determination. 'Such a silly, obvious thing. I knew I shouldn't have read so much into it, but I did. I clung to that like a life preserver. When I took my bread, I told myself it was fine as long as I stood tall. As long as I wasn't beaten. But, <Player Name>... it *wasn't* fine. Walking in that line day after day, relying on it for every meal, it *changes* you. The old me went away a little more with each bite of stale bread. The only difference between me and the vah around me was that I refused to be beaten, and eventually, I came to know that.'

You say, 'And that led to your crime?'

Yejhana nods. 'And that led to my crime.' She sighs, stretching her arms. 'I feel... strange... after talking so much. We'll continue the tale another day, <Player Name>. I need some time to myself for now.'

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I've got to think about some things yet, <Player Name>. Another day, I promise.'

Wait for the camp to reset.

You say, 'Hail, Yejhana Rehn'

Yejhana flicks an ear at you. She seems to welcome your company.

You say, 'Are you ready to continue your story from before?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I think I am, <Player Name>. It's... important to me that this be told. What would you like to talk about?'

You say, 'You remarried in exile and had a son there?'

Yejhana's voice is faraway, as is her gaze. 'Yes, I did. It was the closest I'd come to happiness in a long, long time. I raised my boy as best I knew how, and my mate, bless his soul, put up with my... eccentricities... as best he knew how.' Yejhana meets your gaze levelly. 'I wish I'd been better to him, <Player Name>. I really do. I didn't know how. I tried, but I wasn't good enough--I wasn't *right* anymore. I loved him, though, him and the child more than anything in the world, and he knew it. I gave them that much, at least.' She gives a long, shuddering sigh. '...they were probably better off without me.'

You say, 'That's... I don't know what to say.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'You don't have to say anything, <Player Name>. Listening is enough.' Yejhana laughs bitterly. 'Even something so simple seems an impossible luxury to me now.'

You say, 'Can you tell me about your crime?'

Yejhana nods, closing her eyes. She's obviously been thinking about what to say. 'Justice, I called it. After weeks in the line, I'd grown to accept that I would never earn an honest day's pay in Shar Vahl again, but by then I couldn't leave. I owed too much to myself. I even let myself think I was a sort of champion for the beaten vah around me, even as I privately resented their weakness--I knew it wasn't their fault, but I think that by blaming them, I let myself think that I was better, that I wasn't *that way*.

You say, 'So who did you kill?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Always so macabre!' She pats your head again. 'And... You know, I was all set to tell you, but I think that I won't.'

You say, '*What*? You've told me so much, why stop here?'

Yejhana shakes her head. 'You misunderstand. I *will* tell you the rest. I just think it would be better for me if... if I didn't answer your question--*who* I killed. It wouldn't be anyone you know, I gaurantee  [sic] it.' She flicks her ears, a sort of vah-ish wan smile. 'His name would mean nothing to you. And for me... I really am trying to finally leave that part of my life behind. He's dead. I killed him and he is gone and I was exiled. There's nothing left of him to haunt me. It may sound vain, but I'd rather focus on me--on my actions, on my crime. Hopefully I'll finally be able to put that part to rest, too.'

You say, 'Oh. I understand. Please, go on.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I plotted many days how best to kill him, you know. Grand, elaborate schemes worthy of the Black Rose. But they meant nothing. I chanced upon him on the street one day and I couldn't help myself. I lunged from the alley, crude knife in my hand, and stabbed him in the chest. I don't think he even recognized me.'

You say, 'That seems a little anticlim--wait. You said 'in cold blood'. That doesn't sound like cold blood.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'You're clever, <Player Name>.' She grins at you, seeming almost... proud? 'You're right. This wasn't 'it'. The man didn't die. His coterie of minions included a healer who tended to his wounds immediately. I was arrested and brought to trial for attempted murder.'

You say, 'What happened at the trial?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'I was furious, mad, near-uncontrollable. I believed that the one thing I had hoped to do with my life had been taken away from me. In my plans, I had always killed him, gotten away with it, and fled to the coast and lived happily ever after. Now I was in irons and sure to be denied any of that. When I wasn't insane with rage, I drowned in depression. The trial began, but it was mostly formality. The witnesses, and there were many, explained that I lunged from the alley and stabbed the man. It was all very cut and dried.'

You say, 'Did you explain your situation to the judge? He should have at least reduced your penalty.'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'It was a tribunal, and aye. I hoped against hope that my sense of justice *meant* something, that these people would listen, would hear how he'd wronged me. I told them about how I used to teach, about how this man had taken everything away from me--my husband, then my job, and now even my freedom. I was hysterical, swinging wildly from anger to weeping sadness and back again. I remember the faces of the tribunal clearly. They looked at me like... like I was *broken*. It drove me wilder. The sentence came down.'

You say, 'They exiled you?'

Yejhana nods. 'The law was very clear. Attempted murder was a high crime, and high crimes all merited exile. What's more, I had convinced them I was unhinged, insane, unfit for society. And they were right. They judged me guilty of attempted murder and decreed that I be exiled the next day at dawn with seven days' rations, a map to the Rehn encampment, and nothing else.'

You say, 'And that was it?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'No, it wan't  [sic]. The tribunal *further* decreed that the man that had taken all I had, including at last even my name, had clearly driven me to it. Vah courts, backed as they are by the spirits of our ancestors, care far more about the intent of the law than the letter of it. The nobleman's conduct during the trial could not have helped him. His arrogant gloating became his undoing--because my crime was a high one, so too was his. They sentenced him to exile under the same conditions as me.' Yejhana looks you directly in the eye. 'The *exact* same conditions. Same day, same gear, same time, same gate. Everyone in the room knew what that meant and so did the man. He screamed and ran. They caught him and put him in the cell across mine. I didn't sleep that night. I just stared at him. My thoughts were all hate.'

You say, 'And when morning came...'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'The sun broke into the valley like the tolling of a great bell. They had us both on the east gate. He was to my left. They unlocked our irons at the same time and he ran. He sprinted as fast as he could, and I after him, but his finery slowed him down.' Yejhana gives a half-hearted chuff, but it's clear she no longer finds much humor in it. 'I caught him before he got even halfway across the bridge. I lunged, tackled him to the ground. The scuffle was short. My hand found a rock.' Yejhana motions with her hand, up and down, mechanically, reflexively. 'I hit him. Hard. Again and again. I caved his skull in with it. I couldn't stop. His head was a bloody mess when I finally stood. I turned slowly back toward the city, squinting through the dawn light, and as I saw the faces of the crowd and the guards watching me, Vah Shir all, I understood. All at once I realized what I had become, what I had done.'

You say, '-Remain silent while Yejhana speaks.-'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'My hands trembled on the rock. It almost slipped from my grip. At the last moment, my fingers squeezed. I clenched it tighter and tighter as I stood facing the crowd. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I could never go back. The rock, taken from the bridge leading out of the city--it was all I had left. Dumbly, I clutched to my chest and fled here, to the Rehn camp.' Yejhana reaches into her satchel and pulls out a rock, ordinary for all purposes save only the brown stain covering half of it. '...and now...' she reaches out, takes your hand, presses the rock into it, closes your fingers around it.

You receive Yejhana's Lodestone from Yejhana Rehn.

Your journal has been updated. [Yejhana's Lodestone]

 

Journal Text: Yejhana gave me her lodestone, mostly to be rid of it. Being the focus of so much emotion for so long has lent the stone a good deal of power. I should see if any of the other vah know how to refine it.

You say, 'Why is this rock so light?'

Yejhana Rehn says, 'Because of you, <Player Name>. It was an ordinary rock when I picked it up, but since I started talking to you... it began to feel lighter. I put it off to imagination at first, but it became impossible to ignore. And now!' She grins, hugging you tight. 'It's as light as a feather! Oh gods, <Player Name>, I don't know what I'm going to do now. I know I'm not quite right yet, but I don't care! I feel so *free*! So take it, do with it as you will. I... I think I'm just going to *be* for a while. I don't know how else to say it, but I know that I haven't done it in a long, long while.'

Find Ryhajin Kajek (Southern Waste of Tarhyl  at -1290, 1370, -24  • Vah Rehn camp.) .

You say, 'Hail, Ryhajin Kajek'

Ryhajin Kajek tells you, 'Ah, <Player Name>, I was hoping I'd see you. Could you help me with something?'

You say, 'I got this stone from Yejhana. It seems to have magic about it, but I don't know what kind. Can you do anything with it?'

Ryhajin Kajek tells you, 'Hrnn... this is a very interesting rock, <Player Name>. Did Yejhana tell you how she came by it?'

You say, 'Uh... yes, but I don't think you'd want to know.'

Ryhajin Kajek tells you, 'Fair enough, worthy. To answer your question: yes. I may not know the story, but I can sense that this stone has been the focus of powerful emotions for a long, long time. It's hard to believe how much anguish has been pushed into this rock. It's light as a feather now because it's been redeemed, but I suspect it weighed as much as a full suit of plate armor in the past.'

You say, 'That makes sense. Can it be put to use?'

Ryhajin Kajek tells you, 'I believe so. Many magical artifacts got their start this way, you know--a nicknack, a family heirloom, a piece of evidence at a crime, and so on. It's all very interesting. We won't know precisely what this will do until we are done, but I suspect it will bear some resemblance to the circumstance in which you got it.'

You say, 'What should I do, then?'

Ryhajin Kajek tells you, 'Nothing much. Whatever you already did, or Yejhana did, was the hard part. Some simple focusing beads--tiny things, the size of a mustard seed. I think the Harthuk have some--are all we need. Bring three back with that stone and I'll set it up for you.'

Your journal has been updated. [Yejhana`s Lodestone]

 

Journal Text: Ryhajin says the stone is nearly ready as-is. I just need to bring him three focusing beads to put the finishing touches on it. He believes that the Harthuk have what I need.

Bug!

The name of the quest changes at this point in your journal. Yejhana`s Lodestone vs Yejhana's Lodestone. This will lead to the first step, the one named Yejhana's Lodestone, to remaining in your journal forever. Feel free to use #journal disable <#> to move it to the Inactive category.

Gather and give Ryhajin Kajek:

• Yejhana's Lodestone
• Focusing Bead x 3

Ryhajin takes the beads and places them onto the stone in three swift motions, then hands it back to you. Seeing your expression, he nods. 'It really is that simple. Like I said, you and Yejhana have already done the hard part.'

You receive Yejhana's Lodestone from Ryhajin Kajek.

You have completed a quest. [Yejhana`s Lodestone]

 

Journal Text: Ryhajin fixed the beads onto the stone, focusing the magic within into a usable form.