Halt! Who goes there?!

Oh, Daeva! I apologize. Between the Dredgion bombings and the Balaur ranging around our farmlands, everyone in the village is quite tense. We have seen enough suffering and violence to fuel a lifetime of bad dreams.

But it's not just the Balaur. Creatures in Trepone Forest are becoming more aggressive as well. Just this morning a Dionae severed a soldier's hand. A Dionae!

If you could help us hunt some Fanned Dionae down, it would ease my soldiers' minds.

Player: Accept.

Halt! Who--oh.

Daeva, how did it go?

Player: "Still have both my hands!"

You must be very capable, my friend.

Or perhaps my soldiers are so wracked by recent experience that they have lost their edge.

Thank you for easing our load, Daeva. I do appreciate it.