If you're not busy, we could really use your help. We can just about defend our post here, but we have no one to spare for anything else.

Are you up for a fight?

Captain Kalio sent us to watch the Krall and Dukaki in the Kabarah Strip Mine. But our camp has attracted the attention of scavengers--the Gray Worgs.

Player: "They look vicious!"

And they are, [%userclass]!

They smell our food stocks and come sneaking into our campsite at night.

But you could hunt them for us. A few skins hung around our camp should dampen their curiosity!

Player: Accept.

Perfect!

Can you kill nine Gray Worgs?

I'll pay out of my own pocket if Melponeh refuses to dip into the reserve funds.

Player: "I'll be back when it's done."

Good to see you back in one piece, Player!

Tell me, how many Gray Worgs did you bring down?

Player: "I lost count, but at least nine."

Great work, Player!

Oh, we can finally get a good night's sleep now! Between scouting missions against the Krall and the constant Worg raids, the men are dead on their feet.

You know how much sleep means to a soldier. Maybe now Melponeh can heal up properly.