Player, I need help.

I realize I'm just a glorified clerk, but I'm still Asmodian. We all have duties to perform, especially at outposts like this one where we're already stretched too thin.

I was injured during a Balaur attack yesterday, but I was expected to hunt Bulwark Abexs and Slow Bulwark Abexs for Bulwark Abex Meat.

Please, I know it's beneath you, but could you help me out? I can pay....


Player: Accept.

Even surrounded by a full battlegroup, we're not safe here. I'm no coward, but I'd rather be just about anywhere else.

Player: "Your meat. My money?"

Yes... I'm sorry to impose on you like that. We just have so much to do to maintain this outpost...

Bah! I should be thanking you, but here I am moaning about my situation. You did well, Player. You're a credit to us all.