Player, Good, you're still around. I have another question.

Ah, you didn't happen to see anything else while you were destroying the spirits...did you?

Player: "There were some undead soldiers there."

Undead soldiers? Surely not the Restless Skeletons?!

I can't believe it! My brother, he...those monsters. Two creatures that I hate most now wait for me at Dryrock! This can't be happening! I can't go! I just can't go!

Please...please go back there and destroy them for me. My nerves are shot and there's no way I'll be able to protect Grabakr knowing they are there.

Player: Accept.

Thank you!

Oh, I'm so relieved. Please, you must hurry back to Dryrock and kill the Restless Skeletons as quickly as possible. They carry Skull Buckles on them, and I'll want them as proof of your work.

Now go! You are a true Asmodian, Player! A true Asmodian!

Player: "And you are not, Arnora."

Have you been already? I know you have great skill, but your speed still surprises me.

Quick, hand me the Skull Buckles.

Player: "Here..."

No, this isn't what I asked for. I wanted the Skull Buckles, remember? The ones carried by the Restless Skeletons at Dryrock?

Hurry, we're meant to be leaving soon!

Player: "Wait here, I'll safeguard Grabakr. And you, I guess."

Ugh, that smell! Rotting flesh does stink, but at least I know you've done as you were asked.

Thank you, Player. You are a true friend, and a true Asmodian. Here's your reward.

Carry yourself with pride. Blood for blood!