By Aion's tower, how much longer do I have to wait? I want to crush those glow-worms beneath my boots, not sit around!

Centurion Radgrid insists that we wait until the situation improves. But how's it going to improve if we don't do anything?

Player: "Fate may provide."

Fate helps those who help themselves. In my case, I was thinking I could get you to help me, though.

I'd be willing to pay out of my own pocket to see you kill those Ellies.

You're a free agent, so you don't have to obey the Centurion's orders. Sound like a deal?

Player: Accept.

All right, finally, some action!

Kill them, and bring back some Guardian's Cloaks for me. I like having little trophies.

Player: "I'm on it."

Did you get the Guardian's Cloaks? I'm getting really tired of taking out my frustration on those Klaws.

Player: "Here."

No cloaks, no reward. What am I paying you for, anyway?

Player: "I'm not entirely sure."

Oh, by Azphel's shadow, it feels good to rub these cloaks against my face. I can even smell the fresh blood.

Thanks for doing me a favor, Player.

Take this. It'll be well worth it to see the look on Radgrid's face when I tell him the Ellies are all dead already.