Children these days...no respect for anything or anyone. When I was young, I helped everyone I could. Especially the village elders, who worked themselves to the bone so we could survive and eventually prosper.

But then I'm sent out here, and everyone is so busy with their "glorious" raiding that they don't give a moment's thought to their elders.

I know you're new here. Are you chasing the fleeting glories of a raider's life like everyone else?


Aha! Struck a little close to home, did I?

I'm more perceptive than you think, Player.


Not just your name, child. I know all sorts of things.

Anyway, as I said a minute ago, I helped my elders when I was young, and now I need help. The leader of your little gang wants quilted garments to wear under his armour. In itself, that isn't a problem: I am a tailor, after all.

But I need the materials: feathers from several Blackbeak Airons. They can be found all around the Lake Tunapre.

What do you say, Player? How deep does your respect for elders go?
Very good. I see my initial judgment of you was accurate.

Hunt the Blackbeak Airons and bring me their Airon Breast Feathers. Be careful, Player. When angered, the Airon is a strong and powerful creature--more dangerous than it looks.

Now go. I'll await your return.


I take it you've gathered all the feathers I need to make the garment. Or have you just come to pay your respects with empty words?




You have not yet hunted enough Blackbeak Airons, [%userclass].

Remember who is ultimately waiting on the feathers. It is not just this frail old woman before you.

Hurry and bring me the Airon Breast Feathers, or I won't shoulder the blame alone.
Yes, these will be more than adequate, young [%userclass].

I'll mention your name when Ulgorn receives his finished product.

Here, take this. Though my reward is small, take it as a sign of my gratitude--and maybe a glimmer of hope for your generation.