When you sleep, do you store your weapons? Or do you lay them across your body as a warning to looters?

Hah! As I thought.

Celebrate fierceness. Come to Crab Fest!

Player: "Crab Fest?"

Only the best festival in all Atreia! Crab Fest celebrates the hardy survivalists.

It lauds those who live by combat.

Do you want to be part of this glory? Do you want to help make the festival work?

Player: Accept.

Then go collect our guests of honor. Stun Chittering Potcrabs and bring them back, so that they may scuttle among us.

But treat them like family--only as gently as they need.

Player: "Stun for stun!"

The Potcrabs will crawl over the trees like Aion's grace crawled over the world.

You've heard, no doubt, about the time Aion disguised himself as a crab and came to Asmodae?

Player: "A crab like these?"

What? There is nothing I need inside your cube.

Bring the Stunned Potcrabs, and I will tell you Aion's tale.

Player: "The task is mine."

You've brought enough for today.

Thank you, Player. And now, as promised, I will tell you a tale.

Once on a time, there was a widow who had seven sons...