You there! Have you been to Anturoon Crossing recently? A friend of mine, Mijou, was supposed to visit me today. I'm desperate for her help, but it turns out she can't make it.

Mijou told me I should keep an eye out for someone called...what was it?...Player? Yes, something like that.

Player: "That's me."

Really? Player the [%userclass]? My name is Jephani.

I'm not normally stationed here, but I'm on a crucial task. I can't do my duty alone, and with no sign of Mijou...you might be able to help me, right? That's what Mijou's messenger said.

I can promise a lucrative reward if you help me. But before I tell you what needs doing, I need you to promise to keep this whole thing to yourself.

Player: "Of course. What's our task?"

It's Ulgorn. He's sick.

He's been hiding it for months now, but his fits of pain are getting heavier and more frequent. Two weeks ago, he'd just grimace and go quiet. But yesterday, I had to hold him so he wouldn't collapse in the middle of camp. The air went out of him like he was being punched in the stomach.

There is a medicine I can make, but to make it I need three Sparkle Legs and three Ampha Thorns. Unfortunately, the Amphas and Sparkles defend themselves very well, so I haven't been able to mix up the medicine.

Can you help?

Player: Accept.

Thank you, Player! Mijou was right to recommend you for this.

Hurry to the Ishalgen Prison Camp and bring back three Sparkle Legs and three Ampha Thorns.

If you fail, and Ulgorn's illness becomes public knowledge, it could lead to a bloody--not to mention lengthy--power struggle for control of the raiders. Factions would declare for themselves, and all of Ishalgen would fall into chaos.

Player: "On my way!"

Did you bring the things I asked for?

Please say yes, Player. I'm terrified of what the others would do if they learned Ulgorn is sick.

Quickly, hand over whatever you have.

Player: "Here you go."

No, no, this isn't right.

Remember, I need three Sparkle Legs and three Ampha Thorns–-both of which you'll find in the Ishalgen Prison Camp.

Hurry, Player!

Player: "On my way."

Yes! You got everything!

Oh thank Azphel! Now I can start making Ulgorn's medicine, and maybe--just maybe--he'll get better. I'd hate to see the raiders tear themselves apart, and I'd hate to lose Ulgorn even more.

I'll make sure Ulgorn knows who made this treatment possible. He's a forthright man, and I'm sure he'll reward you well.

In the meantime, please take this as a sign of my own appreciation.