Ancient Relic

The oracle looks you in the eye, and familiar pictures fly in front of you: Plagot Ruins, Ancient relics, ghostly demonic figures, brave warriors... Finally, the picture shapes into a sharp image of one of the artifacts from the ruins. It looks like a cross... no, more like a handy grip of an old sword, generously decorated. This is curious.
Well, a debt is a debt to pay. Who knows, may be she'll talk again?

Eyeing you silently, and looks like a ghost.

Ancient magic is like water in desert for me. I though it was the end... We're even now, I hope.
You oughtn't know my name. Ancient names are best left forgotten - it's dangerous to rip up old wounds, you know. One thing I'm craving for is peace. I only had to pay my last debt to my comrades here, in the Mound. A Demon is eating their souls as we speak, so I am willing to tear the awful beast apart, and free their souls! I have no doubt that you want the same.