Psst! It's Player, right? You've been out to Havenjark farm...I've got a proposition for you.

Just between you and me, of course.

Got any skulls from there? Or any bones at all? If they're in good shape, I'll pay top Kinah for them.

Player: "You want to buy bones?"

Don't look at me like that! What's wrong with collecting skulls as a hobby?

I volunteered to come to Brusthonin because it has so many Undead, but I've been stuck in the campsite since I got here. Randet's orders.

Look, Player, I know you aren't exactly squeamish. How about heading back to Havenjark Farm and collecting some skulls? I'll pay, of course.

Player: Accept.

What I really want is skulls from Unfest Vigilantes and Anubite Astrologers at Havenjark farm. Will you bring me bring me some?

And I'm paying for intact skulls, not a bunch of bone splinters. Understand?

Player: "Blood for blood!"

The teachings of Lady Lumiel are our solace in hard times.

Hard times...like having to explain to Randet why I've got a bunch of skulls in my tent.

But enough of my troubles. Cheer me up--show me some skulls!

Player: "Here you go...."

There are three kinds of people I hate in this world: First, cruel gossips who just won't leave a humble Legionary alone.

Second, so-called "antiquities dealers" in Pandaemonium who sell Zombie skulls as Unfest skulls.

And third: people who say they'll help you, but then don't follow through. That ring true, Player?

Player: "I'll be back."

These specimens are just what I wanted. Now I need only the skulls of Banshees and Boggarts, and I'll have examples of everything from Havenjark Farm.

Where am I going to put these? Randet told me to clear my collection out of the tent, so I have them stashed outside for now.

But that's my problem, not yours, I suppose. Thanks for your help--and your discretion.