It's fortunate that you came!

Hunting here has been most diverting, and yet one thing...vexes me.

Player: "What would that be?"

Plumas! Their constant cries try my patience.

Grrrrr...but I am the great Mantigar! These puny Crested Plumas....I could not deign to soil my claws.

But you are not the great Mantigar. Will you silence them?

Player: Accept.

Ah, Thank you.

Please slay any Crested Pluma you find near camp.

Player: "I'm on it, great one."

How go the Crested Plumas?

Grrrrrr...each shriek is like a plucked whisker!

Player: "Will this many soothe your temper?"

Yes, Daeva, you've eased my temper greatly!

Thank you for favoring the great Mantigar.