Hey, over here! I have a mission for you. It's urgent.

Get some Conchshell Lobnite Meat, and bring it to Coli.

We're running really low on supplies! Hurry!

Player: Accept

Player? What brings you here?

Was there something I asked you to do?

Player: "I heard you needed this."

This... Conchshell Lobnite Meat?

We don't need any more. There's already too much stored up, and the excess will rot and go to waste.

Who wasted your time with this task? We're so busy and short-handed as it is... What were they thinking?

Player: "I'll go find out. ...Gently."

What do you mean? Fully stocked up with supplies?

Nonsense. You did well. Forget what Coli said...

Anyway... It's almost time... I mean, there's someone who has a special favor to ask of you. Here, I'll mark down where they wanted to meet you.

Player: "...Sure."

Well, I'm glad you made it back.

It appears that there are some Support Corps members under Beritra's mind control.

We'd better tighten internal security to prevent this from happening to anyone else. Beritra must be attempting to destroy us from inside, but we won't be defeated by such trickery. Not when we've already come this far.