Filth born, muck lurking, abhorrent Sandstorm Obscuras! The creatures are all around the Temple of Scales, and their incessant chattering and whisking about is driving me into a rage...a far more terrifying rage than is customary!

I can't concentrate on plotting death and mayhem with them swirling about just outside base!

But whenever I go out there to kill the creatures and put a stop to the racket, their numbers replenish before I even get back!

Player: "I've noticed that happening..."

I'm at my wit's end, Player. I need peace and quiet if I am to draw up a plan to defend the Temple of Scales.

I need you to go out there and eradicate the Sandstorm Obscuras. Just stay as close as possible so I can hear them wail as they die. It gives me all kinds of warm and fuzzy thoughts...even reminds me of my childhood.

Well? Are you up to it, or not?

Player: Accept.

Yes.... I can already hear the creatures howling in agony as their existence is snuffed out...and now I feel like cuddling....

That's not an invitation, Player. Anyway, there are all kinds of Sandstorm Obscuras that roam the surrounding area.

Kill as many as possible, and bring me their Black Souls as proof.

Player: "I'll be back soon."

Shards! My brother Krizarid slaughtered an entire legion of Balaur today!

If it weren't for those blasted Sandstorm Obscuras, I would have already drawn up this plan, and I'd be out having fun too!

Though the creatures have quieted in the last few minutes.... Were you the cause of that?

Player: "I am--here are the Souls."

Lies, Player!

This isn't enough! I can hear the obnoxious creatures chattering out there even now!

Go back, and don't return with less than 60!

Player: "I'll be back...again."

Ah yes! After hearing the creatures wail in anguish, it gave me the peace I needed to draft up a great defense plan.

It's all thanks to you, Player.

When the Elyos and Balaur fail to take the Temple of Scales, it will be your doing.