The Frosted Abexes around here may look docile, but when they get hungry, look out!

Our Quartermaster is getting nervous, and I'm sick of his complaining.

Kill some of them for me, will you? I'll reward you, and you can keep whatever you can get off them.

Player: Accept.

Well? Did you kill the antlered menace?

It's embarrassing to concern myself with such a trifle, but if I don't have them killed, I'll never hear the end of it.

Player: "Antlers for everyone!"

No, please, keep them. I never want to see another antler in my life.

Though it might be a good gag to stick them in the chef's hat. Hm...

You may leave me to my devices, Player. Thank you!