Athnalu: (Athnalu looks at you blankly.) Like threaded knives, I can feel them scrape at my soul. They use little dolls to control me.. control my soul, my mind and fill it with little voices. Little dolls and little voices. Do the dolls speak to me? Will you help me fix my soul? Will you?! PC: What will you have me do? Athnalu: I need to wash my soul. And I need certain things to help me make the voices go away. I need snake eyes to find the illness in my mind, mouf hair to capture it so it can't get away and a Mysees Flower to make it all better again. Will you help me? Please... (Athnalu looks at you, pleading with her eyes.) PC: Yes, I will gather these things for you. Athnalu: Find them. Help me take the voices away.