My informant tells me the Lepharist workers aren't getting any more potion with Yakomer dead.

They're not happy about it, either.

Player: "Any clues where it's coming from?"

Yes, we know who's making it.

His name is Conky Hororuke.

The good news is, he's the only one who knows how to make it, and he carries the recipe with him everywhere he goes.

Player: "Conky Hororuke, huh?"

That's what I said, Conky Hororuke. Your next job is to take him out.

That'll put an end to this potion business.

Player: Accept.

He'll be somewhere in the Lepharist Citadel. Oh, and bring that recipe back to me.

Player: "Um, sure. Got it."

You take care of Conky?

Player: "Yes, and here's the recipe."

You haven't left for the Lepharist Citadel yet? What kind of Asmodian are you?

Get out there and kill Conky Hororuke.

Player: "I'll do it on my own time."

Great work. I'll check this over. I'm sure Pandaemonium will be quite interested in how this stuff's made.

Not a word of this to anybody, understand?