Heard you talking with Alfgeir, Player.

Wasn't being rude--Alfgeir just has a boomy old voice, particularly when he gets all excited. Had some drunken falling out with his wife a few weeks ago; that was awkward the next day.

Player: "I bet."

Sounds like he had reason to celebrate this time, though. Not many can take on both Kirrins and Karnifs at the same time, yet I heard you went through them like a sandstorm through Poeta.

In fact, if the stories are true, I could use your help. Command at Beluslan Fortress has sent out orders to kill off all the nearby creatures that pose a threat to us. That means Kirrins, Vespines, Caltrops, Kurins, Gnarls, Ettins...everything.

I've been assigned Grankers and their young, and I'm a bit out of my depth. I need your help.

Player: Accept.

I had a feeling you'd help, Player! Thank you!

Now, I'll deal with the Silver Grankers, so I just need help with the Silver Granker Fawns. They're smaller than the Grankers, and won't attack you on sight. Just be careful you don't wander into anything that might attack you mid-fight though.

We'll meet back here! Blood for blood!

Player: "Blood for blood!"

Done...already?

I just got back...myself! Lords, that was tough!

Player: "The fawns have been dealt with."

Thank you!

I'll get my report...written up as soon as...I catch my breath!

You did me a huge favor today, Player. Please...take this!