Vrim has given me a crumbling tome written in Sebilisian, though I do not recognize many of the words written on its pages. A single ribbon of silk marks a section giving a brief history of the Iksar and mentions several acts that should be performed yearly as a remembrance of the fallen. Vrim has placed the items I will need for the ritual in her quarters. She lives up the stairs, just northeast of the Scale Yard Docks.