You better not be bringing new orders! I'm done being yanked around by rear-echelon Brax-patties from Primum with no idea what it's like out on the tip of the Asmodian spear.

We can't take the field, anyway. The chaos of the Abyss and the broiling air are wrecking our weapons.

We'd be fine, but we're out of protective oil for our blades after so many missions.

Player: "Protective oil?"

Yeah, something I figured out--by accident, really--a few years ago. If you coat a weapon with the melted heart of a Ravenous Pretor, it won't warp in heat.

Over the years, I've taught all my soldiers to protect their weapons. One of my lieutenants, Hildebrant, got promoted to command of Krotan Rock, and lately I hear she 'discovered' the stuff herself. She always was an ambitious little twerp.

What we need are the Ravenous Pretor Hearts. The island is crawling with Ravenous Pretors; that part's easy. But I have no guards to spare from their posts.

Player: Accept.

Be careful. Those Ravenous Pretors wade in lava. That should give you an idea of how tough they are.

Get those hearts back to me, and I'll make the fluid for the troops' weapons.

Player: "Count on me, Sir."

You're back earlier than I thought, but speed matters less than results. Did you bring the right Ravenous Pretor Hearts?

Player: "Here you go."

I doubt there is a hidden pocket in your cube, soldier. So where are the rest of the hearts?

No excuses. Excuses won't keep our weapons from warping, after all.

Go get the rest of the Ravenous Pretor Hearts!

Player: "Sir, yes Sir!"

Still ice cold--these hearts are perfect.

I'll melt these right away and distribute a batch of protective fluid to the troops.

Here's a reward. And if you see Hildebrant over on Krotan Rock, tell her to make her own glory, rather than stealing it from others.