An eccentric explorer who may not yet realize he's dead has tasked me with collecting the "essences" of etherveil planeshifters at the pools that run through the middle of Eidolon Jungle. His theories sound ill-supported, and I suspect he was making up words, or at least stringing those he'd once heard into incoherent sentences. But his money is real enough, and I'm curious about these planeshifters myself, so I've agreed to capture several.