Nooooooo! Nonononono, this can't be happening! I thought this was going to make my career, that I'd really impress Agent Outremus this time.

You see, I used to be his secretary, reading all the obscure research on the Balaur, checking out ancient documents from the Library of the Sages, but when we came to Balaurea, he decided that it was time I took what I'd learned in all those hours at my desk, and put it into action.

At first, it was fun. Fresh air, exercise, and getting to apply my knowledge first hand. But now I've made a terrible mistake, and it could cost us everything!

Player: "What did you do?"

See, I thought... Oh, I can barely say it. It's so embarrassing.

I thought that when you kill the Dramata, the spawn couldn't possibly hatch without it. No Dramata, no new eggs, nothing to incubate the spawn. Easy, right?

Only, it turns out, the Dramatas just lay their spawn, and the Protectors are the ones who hatch them. Normally the Dramata is irrelevant after the eggs are laid, but Padmarashka got unusually protective, and that fooled me. Now I have to try and fix this mistake before it comes back to bite us.

Player: Accept.

I'll take care of the spawn itself, but I can't take on all those protectors alone. My plan is for you and your friends to kill Padmarashka's Protectors, while I sneak in behind them and get the spawn out of the cave.

We need to hurry, because those eggs won't stay unhatched forever!

Player: "I'll round up some people, then."

That... was... awesome! Did you see me in there? I bet you didn't!

You and your buddies had the Protector all distracted, and I just snuck right in there and grabbed the spawn! They're toast now. No, literally--I got my sorcerer pal to use Flaming Meteor. Oh, what a relief!

What about the Protector?

Player: "Also toast."

That's great! I knew you could keep it distracted, but dead is even better.

Well, it looks like we got a happy ending after all, even in spite of my big mess-up.