Elder: You ask a valid question, to which I do not know the answer. The legend has never been unveiled. For generations, the Mysidians have been told to pray for the fulfillment of this legend and to believe in the one with the sacred light. Perhaps you might be the one.
Tellah gives not a single damn about your plot hooks.
Elder: Tellah?
Tellah: It's been a while.
Porom: We met him on Mt. Ordeals.
Palom: And guess what? The old man learned to cast Meteor!
Elder: What!? Meteor, the legendary spell, unsealed? What is happening to this world...?
Tellah: I care not about the world's troubles. I solely wish to avenge Anna!
Tellah, not a single damn, etc.
Elder: Anna, your daughter?
Tellah: Golbez took her life. And I shall use Meteor to slay him.
Elder: Tellah, you must not fight with hatred. Moreover, you are in no condition to use Meteor.
Tellah: If I die, so be it! Golbez must die at any cost!
Elder: Still stubborn as a mule, I see.
Tellah: Ha! Like you're one to talk.
Elder: Nevertheless, with your spells and Cecil's newfound power, you may be able to defeat Golbez.
Cecil: In any case, we must return to Baron to commandeer an airship first.
Elder: Very well. I shall grant you access to the Devil's Road. As a paladin, I am certain you can safely travel the bedeviled path. Now it is time for me to retire to the Tower of Worship. I shall pray for your success.
Cecil: We thank you.
Porom: Elder, please allow us to accompany him.
Palom: Yeah, you're the one who said we should help him any way we can.
Elder: Very well. You have both overcome the trials of Ordeals and returned alive. Perhaps this is your fate. Please look after them.
So he said before that no one had come back alive from Mt. Ordeals, but really we just did it with a couple of five-year-olds and a geriatric, so I wonder who else went in the first place.
Cecil: But, I... uh...
Palom: Are you saying you don't want us tagging along?
Porom: I'm sure we can still be of assistance.
Tellah: Don't worry, old friend. I will look after them.
Cecil: Very well, so be it. I'm counting on all of you.
Palom: Alright!
Porom: Palom, this isn't going to be some kind of picnic.
The Elder and his attendant mages retreat to the Crystal room, now empty of its Crystal and with the blood mopped up off the floor.
The Elder himself, as promised, is praying in the Tower of Worship.