Separated from our travel companions, Jess and I make our way to the royal capital, just the two of us. As we continue walking through the Needle Woods, we reach the towering cliffs of the royal capital, not knowing the most important thing – how to get in. At a loss of what to do, Jess and I are forced to wander in the most dangerous of places as Jess's body gradually grows weaker and weaker. As her chabirone, it is my duty to escort her to the royal capital, no matter what.
If we were to run into any Yethma hunters...
...إن صادفنا أيّ صائدي يثما
Falls wir Yesma-Jägern
über den Weg laufen,
Si nos topamos con más cazadores,
Si nos topamos con más cazadores,
Si on tombe
sur un chasseur de Yesmas,
Se dovessimo imbatterci
 in dei cacciatori di Yesma,
No caso de encontrarmos
caçadores de Yesmas,
Если столкнёмся с охотниками на йесм,