Arieluma, Player. Supplies, supplies, supplies--that's only part of the problem here. Decent food, that's the real problem.

I get this bad feeling deep in the pit of my stomach...and it's not about war, it's this wretched food.

Player: "Why don't you complain?"

Complain? Complain to whom? Doria's in charge of the food around here, and she always makes me sample it first.

She experiments with different ingredients.... I have no idea what I'm eating most of the time. Some of the things she uses are poisonous to animals, but she says they taste good, so she uses them.

The other day I tried her mushroom soup and my tongue went numb for three hours! I had to lie down the rest of the afternoon!

Player: "Then avoid the mushroom soup."

It's not just getting sick that's bothering me--it's that I can't perform my daily tasks.

Look at those Wraithlings over there. They look like normal trees, but then they attack Daevas when they get too close. I was supposed to get rid of them last week, but I was bedridden the entire time.

Now they're multiplying! Player, could you dispose of the Bloodsap Wraithlings for me? I'll owe you.

Player: Accept.

Oh, thank you, Player! You're my ray of light today.

I hate to even ask you, but I feel so weak. It was Doria's Mookie steaks that did me in.

Would you please dispose of 20 Bloodsap Wraithlings?

Player: "I'll make firewood out of them."

Sweet Ariel, I get the shakes just thinking about those Wraithlings. I can barely even lift my weapon right now.

How did it go out there, Player? Is the path free of Wraithlings? Can I rest easier now?

Player: "They're now just wood splinters."

I know you had other tasks to complete. I wanted to say thank you for your help out there.

I can handle the rest...it was just the bulk of them that frightened me...especially in the state I'm in.