We should not have simply let the Asmodians go.

We should have hunted them all down like beasts.

Player: "That mistake could prove costly."

They skulk around outside the fortress, where they think we can't see them.

But I can see them. I know they're up to something.

Feel up for a trog hunt?

Player: Accept.

I knew you would like it. The plan is simple.

The Asmodians are gathered in the outpost to the left of the fortress.

Go there, assassinate the Archons named Dullaha, Greip, and Rota, and bring back their Archon Epaulet'ss.

Player: "Those trogs have it coming."

There! You see him? You missed one.

I'll go out later and take care of it myself. You have your own tasks to perform.

Speaking of which, is the deed done?

Player: "Here is the proof."

That's not the proof. What's the matter? Don't you hate those shade-touched Asmodians enough?

Slay Dullaha, Greip, and Rota, Player.

Player: "I shall return."

Exactly three Archon's Epaulets, as I requested.

They are less ugly than I expected, I must admit. Yet still crude, and not in a charming way.

Here, as promised, is your reward. Although slaying Asmodians is its own reward.