Fetch a charged arcane crystal from the mines and bring it back to Ranathir.
I can't take it- I can't take it anymore! You! YOU! Come here you little- <Ranathir shudders and shakes his head, his voice lowering.> No, no that's not me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please don't- you must forgive me, that wasn't me, I didn't mean it. But I...you see...I haven't had my dose of mana in...in... ...how long has it been? I feel like lately time has been standing still and laughing at me. Please, I need you to bring me an arcane crystal from the mines. The golems make it so hard to get them, and there are never enough. It's never enough... Please. Please hurry. I can't...stand it.
Some days I'm so worried that I'm going to die...but some days I'm terrified that I won't.
Oh! Oh you got it! Oh blessed- <Ranathir quickly lowers his voice, clutching the crystal to his chest and looking around at the other Withered.> Thank you. Thank you. Today is going to be all right. Today will be great. This is great. This is... <His grasp on the crystal tightens, his hands beginning to shake. His voice suddenly drops to a trembling whisper.> Never enough...
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