Player! I, ah, fear I've unearthed that nagging thought I had.

Drakies. The Drakes here have just hatched their clutches of young. As soon as they mature, we're back where we started.

I could use advice. How would you trap Wasteland Drakies?

Player: "Leave it to me, Esaias."

Really? I did hope, but it seemed impolite to ask more of you.

If you would, Player, I suppose 8 Wasteland Drakies would solve my problems.

Player: Accept.

Ariel's grace!

Oh, and don't think they're gentle because they're cute.

They bite just as hard as Drakes.

Player: "I'll be right back."

Ouch! That bite on your ankle, that's a deep one.

I'm sorry to put you to trouble, Player.

Player: "No, no, it was easy."

I don't know how to thank you. You've freed me up to study the tainted Spring!

Here, take a small token of thanks for your help, and Yustiel's seraphic blessings for your kindness.