Thanks to you, Player, I managed to eat something. But now I must worry about feeding the Vigilantes of the village.

This is worse than battle! All they do is eat! I need to find enough ingredients plus some firewood, then cook the meal and do all the washing up afterward.

Sometimes I think I'd much rather pick up my sword and get back out in the trenches.

Player: "No one helps?"

These Vigilantes don't even bother to wash their plates after they've finished. It's like watching Drakes eat.

Would you give me a hand, Player? I know you're probably not much of a cook, but if you could find some firewood, that would help me out so much.

Do you have time?

Player: Accept.

If only the Vigilantes were as considerate as you, Daeva. Thank you.

You've done this before so you know what I need, yes? Just find me about a ten Flame Staffs...the staffs of the Vicious Specters from the Patema Ruins.

They seem to burn forever. Not even the heavy winds here can put them out.

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

Arieluma! Did you bring the staffs?

I caught a slew of Sand Potcrabs while you've been gone. Now I can boil them so the inconsiderate carnivores can sleep with full bellies tonight.

Player: "I've got these ten."

I suppose getting the Flame Staffs from the Vicious Specters isn't going as easily as you'd hoped.

You haven't given up, have you? We're going to have a village of angry Vigilantes if that's the case.

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

Oh, these are great, Daeva! They're fresh and dry--dry as Andu's legendary wit--perfect for burning.

You really helped me out here. This isn't much, but please take it.