War is a dish best served cold.... Wait, that's not right--war is a hot mess, Player.

I want nothing more than to run out onto Vorgaltem Battlefield and unleash death on these Balaur cowards and their pets.

But I know that alone, I would wind up a Drakie dinner.

Player: "I know the feeling."

It's just a few of us here, and the Balaur are relentless.

Arango bothers me as well. I keep catching his furtive glances, and sometimes I hear him whispering poems to himself.... I think he's got a thing for me, but I'm only interested in stopping the Balaur.

Regardless, we need help to keep from being overrun. You up to the challenge, Player?

Player: Accept.

I received a scouting report that said the Naduka Soldiers are planning an attack.

Take them out, and it's possible you will have prevented our demise. Just don't venture in too deep.

When you slay the Drakan, take their Balaur Weapons as proof, and bring them back. It'll also help disarm the survivors.

Player: "The task is mine."

Player! You're back!

A little later than I would have liked, but I suppose the important thing is you came back...even though those others didn't....

Well, did you spill Drakan blood? Did you bring back the Balaur Weapons?

Player: "Here's the proof."

What? This isn't enough, you dolt!

You've got the counting skills of an Elyos tactician!

Hurry to the Vorgaltem Battlefield and slay more Naduka Soldiers and return with their Balaur Weapons!

Player: "I'm going, I'm going..."

Well done, Player. We can all breathe a little easier.

As long as we continue to delay the Balaur offensive, we can bide our time until more troops arrive.

Here, take this. It's not much, but it's all I have to offer in a place like this.