Thank the shadows you're here, Player. Listen, we're in deep trouble.

Our medicine stocks are critically low. I requested resupply from Primum Landing, but who knows when it'll arrive? Some of our wounded can't wait.

Azphel teaches us to fend for ourselves whenever possible. So I'm looking at Lake Asteria, of course...

Player: "There's medicine in the lake?"

Not in the lake, exactly. The horns of young Tricos near the lake. An intact horn is full of divine energy that speeds the healing process. Grind them up and you've got a powerful sedative, too.

There's a manpower problem, though. All my soldiers are either wounded or guarding our walls.

Thus I turn to you, Player. Only you can get medicine in time to succor our wounded comrades.

Player: Accept.

Many Young Asteria Tricos wander Clocktower Plain, in front of the fortress. Should be obvious.

The more horns you bring, the better. It'll take at least five horns to make medicine for everyone, though.

Oh, and you must bring Small Undamaged Horns. Broken or flawed ones are useless. The aether leaks out before we can grind them up.

Player: "Intact, got it."

Oh, praise Azphel! You're back!

We've been attacked while you were away. That means more wounded, but it took our minds off the medicine shortage for a while.

You got the horns, right?

Player: "Here you go."

Are you sun-addled or just stupid? I told you to kill Young Asteria Tricos!

When they're dead, bring back Small Undamaged Horns--at least five.

Daevas' lives depend on you, Player!

Player: "On my way."

Well done, Player. We need this medicine more with each passing hour.

Still no word from Primum Landing...thus, no fresh supplies. And the attacks keep coming.

If you bring us more of these Small Undamaged Horns, I guarantee we'll put them to use.