Hey, Player!

If you're not busy, we could really use your help. We can just about defend our post here, but we have no one to spare for anything else.

Are you up for a fight?

Player: "What needs doing?"

What doesn't need doing, you mean!

But there's this one job...

Captain Kalio sent us to watch the Krall and Dukaki in the Kabarah Strip Mine. But our camp has attracted the attention of scavengers--the Gray Worgs.

Player: "They look vicious!"

Because they are, [%userclass]!

They smell our food stocks and come sneaking into our campsite at night.

But you could hunt them for us. A few skins hung around our camp should satisfy their curiosity!

Player: Accept.

Perfect!

Can you kill nine Gray Worgs?

I'll pay out of my own pocket if Melponeh won't dip into the reserve funds.

Player: "I'll be back when the job is done."

Good to see you back in one piece, Player!

Tell me, how many Gray Worgs did you bring down?

Player: "I lost count, but at least nine."

Great work, Player!

Oh, we can finally get a good night's sleep now! Between scouting missions against the Krall and the constant Worg raids, the men were dead on their feet.

You know how much sleep means to a soldier. Maybe now Melponeh can heal up properly.