Those Docile Crestlichs look pretty tasty.

This outpost is so understaffed that I can't spare anyone to hunt. Now that you're here...

Player: Accept.

Look at us. All skin and feathers. It's time to face it: we're not eating enough.

Player: "I slaughtered meat. Glorious meat!"

Thank you! With the supply road constantly in peril, we've been low on food.

I could eat a Troll too!