Ah, Shedim Lords! This code is dev...dev...ahchoo!...dever goigg to edd. Blasted snow blowing all the tibe....

I grew up sobbwhere warb, you know--at least, warber thad this icy waste. Good, pledtiful food, my fabbily...I biss it! Brrrrr.

Player: "Can't you find some way to get warm?"

What do you thig? All the flabes around here are for belting ice, dot warbing peribbeter guards. Ibe as tough as the dext Asbodian, but Ibe tired of beigg sick.

Back hobe, by bob bade this abazing soup whedever we were ill. I swear it could cure eddything. And it was so warb....

Just one bowl of that soup...ahhhh-choo!...would help be kick this code. Could you help be?

Player: Accept.

Oh, Ibe so grateful. You don't know how logg I've been yearning for a bowl of soup.

Zellers grow all around the Hunibor Ice Gate. If you collect ten of theb, I would have edough to share and habb leftovers! I feel warber just thigging about it.

Player: "I'll see what I can do."

Oh, shards, Ibe so code! And by head feels like it's goigg to explode.

Did you brigg the Zellers? Everythigg else is ready.

Player: "Here you go."

You...you don't have theb? But I've got everythigg ready!

Oh please brigg Zellers before I get sicker. Please? I'd appreciate it.

Player: "I'll see what I can do."

Thank you so buch. This is just what I deeded to bake it through--ah...ah...ahchoo!--adother day. I'll bake the soup right away.