Do you respect Aion? Do you fear creatures with claws, though you would never back down from a fight?

Then this is the time to celebrate! Crab Fest approaches!

Player: "Why Crab Fest?"

They wear hard armor. Their pincers slice always at the ready. They never run from attack.

...And they're Aion's chosen, after us.

Unfortunately, I'm running out of ornaments for our festival trees. Would you lend me a hand?

Player: Accept.

Good. Go out and stun Dawn Frost Potcrabs.

Return with their still living bodies to cloak our trees in energy!

Player: "A strange festival, for certain."

Once on a time, there lived a widow with seven sons.

Six of her sons traveled far away, making names for themselves as famous Daevas. Each one returned home to watch his mother and seventh brother age, though the visits became fewer and farther between.

The seventh son found a Potcrab, much like the Dawn Frost Potcrabs I sent you for, and brought it to his mother.

Player: "Did it look like this one?"

Strange indeed. I see no Potcrabs in your cube.

Go stun the Dawn Frost Potcrabs for the Crab Fest!

Go, I say!

Player: "My apologies. The task is mine."

Yes, just like those. You've brought plenty for today.

Thank you, Player.

And so. The seventh son brought a Potcrab home to his mother. "Mother!" he cried. "This Potcrab says...