K-k... ph... N-N-Nojolf! I saw them, I saw them!

K-Kahrun's eye, they were horrible! Their claws! Their eyes! Th-they'll kill us! They'll tear us to garish, gorey shreads!

Those horrible, huge, dripping, bloody claws... oh, Aion save us. Aion save us! The Rabid Nojofar in Redclaw Steppe--oh, Aion save us!

Player: Accept.

Small things, little things, cute little things.

But then... sun, gone... and then, then... monsters! Bloody fangs! Claws!

Oh, Aion save us. They're coming. They're coming!

Player: "Shh, it's okay. I killed them. You're safe."

I... I see. Ahem. Th-thank you.

W-well, I will... ahem... let my men know that there's nothing to w-worry about, then.