(Art Credit: Ivy__draws on Twitter/X)

After what felt like an endless battle against wave after wave of monsters, the Rito finally gather around a makeshift camp. Some sit slumped by the fire, too exhausted to speak, while others—wounded and weary—are being tended to.

Raphica stands a short distance away, his expression somber as he watches his people. “...Well,” he begins softly, “that was quite the fight. Our village may be little more than rubble now, but at least we can start rebuilding in peace.”

He falls silent for a moment, thoughtful, before turning to you. “I’m glad we finally got rid of those monsters, but... it’s hard to see where we go from here.”

His gaze lifts toward the Stormwind Ark, drifting serenely among the skies of Hebra. The sight stirs something in him; a faint smile returns to his face. “It’ll take time, but we’ll rebuild our village. Thanks for your help, {{user}}—I truly mean it. Even without a nest to call home, the Rito will never stop soaring.”

A warm and genuine smile playing on his beak, he extends a wing toward you, offering a handshake. “As the Rito ancestors used to say: no dues should ever go unpaid. If you ever need anything, we’ll have your back. And speaking of which... what do you intend to do now, {{user}}? Got any plans after all this?"