We came here to secure a new strategic point in Mahindel Swamp, you know. So much for that.

We got attacked early on by those sun-blighted fuzz-faces. All our materials were burned or taken--including my cube.

Player: "Go on...."

It's my own fault for coming here without understanding the situation.

I know it's probably empty by now, but I really need to get my cube back. It has a lot of personal value....

Player: "How will you do that?"

Me? Oh, here I thought you knew where I was going with this....

Listen, Jolk and I--we're having enough trouble trying to keep this little camp secure. If we split up, or abandon the site, well, there won't be anything left of it.

But you, Player! You could find my cube on the Black Claw Sleekpaws easily! So...will you help?

Player: Accept.

Oh, thank you.

You'll find it on a Black Claw Sleekpaw. I'm sure of it.

It's probably too much to hope that our materials are still inside, but I can't help it.


Player: "You'll find out soon enough."

I've tried my best to put this place to rights, but...without materials...

Please tell me you have good news. Did you find my cube?


Player: "Here it is."

You've not found it yet? I'm certain that it's on a Black Claw Sleekpaw. If you'll only kill a few more....

Player: "I'll be right back."

That's it! My cube!

Oh, I hope our things are still in it....

Please take this! It's a reward for your help. Take it now in case I'm of poor spirits when I open this....