Say, Player, it seems like you know what to do in difficult situations.

My master wants me to study the Bulwark ruins, but the Wind Hunter Taygas and Sirrus Mamuts are everywhere I want to be.

So could you give me a hand and kill some?

Player: Accept.

My field of research is the distant past. It's easier to deal with things long dead than with flashing eyes and sharp fangs.

Those eyes... When the Taygas and Mamuts look at me, I just know they're sizing me up for their next meal.

Player: "Rest easy. I've dealt with them."

I guess what they say about you is true, Player. Point you at a problem, and it goes away!

Words can't express how glad I am to continue my research.