Ugh! Can you smell that? That stench... it goes right up my nose and... and crawls out through my eyeballs.

Happens twice a year, that smell. The male Poisonscale Moskies start their mating rituals, and impress females by rubbing their wings against trees and vegetation.

The smell attracts the females, apparently, though you'd have to be some masochist to find that reek alluring.

Anyway, as luck would have it, we happen to be downwind of the Moskie habitat, and as much as I try to accept their ways, I'm sure they won't mind if we were to kill a few of them. Could you help?

Player: Accept.

You're back! The smell slayer! The aroma assassin!

There's no need to ask you how you got on--I can smell the change in the air, Player. Thank you so much!

Player: "Not a problem."

'Not a problem'! Ha! You've made a task none of us could have hoped to complete look like child's play. I am envious of your abilities, Player.

Well, here's a little something for you.