As a researcher in Balaurea, you have to expect to engage in a battle every now and again.

Do you see what's in my bag here? I've got a dagger, potions, a Power Shard, a Revival Stone, bandages...I'm prepared for anything.

The truth of the past always hides in dangerous places.

Player: "So does the truth of the present."

I can handle quite a bit, Player, but those Withered Rotrons and Shortleaf Agrints...there's too many of them. I can't even set foot in the Hanarkand Plains anymore.

Is there any way I could get you to do me a favor? I'd pay....

Will you eradicate some Withered Rotrons and Shortleaf Agrints for me?

Player: Accept.

I appreciate this, Player.

There's so much work to be done in Hanarkand Plains.

Just kill off enough so they won't bother my research. Maybe that'll send a message to the rest of them.

Player: "Doubt it, but we'll see."

Ah, you're back. Good, good. I've been fiddling with a philosophical dilemma in your absence, and maybe you can help me with it.

Ever wonder why you fight so well? Experience in the field, or were you born with it? Think about it....

By the way, did you kill off those Withered Rotrons and Shortleaf Agrints for me?

Player: "Research all you want now."

You are the best, Player!

All right, I've got so much work to do now. But think about my question...give it a few days and let me know.

Here's a little something for your time, my friend.