Tyg tells you that she'd feel more comfortable fixing your items while you're still in the Dryad ring, so you wait for her, while Perlivash takes up a roost on your knee to begin filling you in.<br/><br/>"While you were... ah... Indisposed, the ring informed me what it is we needed for the ritual." He flutters the butterfly wings on his back rapidly, filling the air with a colorful dust that quickly forms into a map. "We need a drop of blood each from an Undine, a Sylph, an Ifrit, and an Oread, as they are mortals that stand on the cracks between planes... And there are places nearby for us to go. The nearest is an old Oread hermit, who lives in the mountains to the north... and deeper still in the mountains, an Undine makes his home by an underground lake. Past the imp camp is a travelling troupe of Ifrits... and to the south, a sylph makes her living as an alchemist's assistant."<br/><br/>He looks to you as Tyg puts the finishing touches on your crossbow.<br/><br/>"The choice is yours... where to first?"