Devrim nods approvingly at your scratched and spattered armor.

"I've been watching you battle back Maya's forces. Impressive stuff. With a sustained effort like that, we may even be able to resettle the Plaguelands someday."

His optimistic tone becomes tempered by years of war fatigue.

"But I still don't think we've gotten to the bottom of Maya's ambitions in the region. Keep working with Caiatl's Psions to learn what her endgame is with all this Golden Age tech."

The sniper gives you a jaunty salute. "Keep up the good work, Guardian."