Would you mind doing me a favor, [%userclass]?

I've prepped a bunch of armor, and now I need someone to make the deliveries.

It's bad enough I'm the de facto armorer, but I'll be sun-poxed if they make me their delivery boy, too!

Player: "Jack of all trades..."

Yeah yeah, master of none....

Look, these batches of Thick Leather need to be delivered to Denma. She runs the general store at the Anturoon Crossing and has been pestering me for the supplies.

Would you mind making the delivery for me?

Player: Accept.

Good, thank you.

Remember, you'll find Denma over at the Anturoon Crossing. It's a dangerous place, filled with hostile predators, so stock up on supplies before you head out there, okay?

Player: "Thanks for the tip."

Greetings, raider. I assume you are Player, the one Dalor said would be delivering my leather supplies?

Please, I have little time for small talk.

Player: "Suit yourself. Here's your stuff."

This is all of it?

I asked for as much leather as possible, and when he eventually gets around to supplying me, this is what I get? Who decided Dalor would be our sole leather supplier, anyway?

Well, I suppose there's no reason to shoot the delivery person. Here is the money I promised; at least I will hold up my end of our deal.