Potcrabs, Potcrabs everywhere....

You kill five of them, and five more crawl up out of the sea to take their place.

How are they breeding so fast? Is there something huge down there laying thousands of eggs?

Player: "Let's hope not."

Well, we can't deal with a crab infestation and keep watch on those strangers up the coast at the same time. We have to protect the Observatory.

Are you free to crush a few more Sand Potcrabs?

Player: Accept.

Thanks, Daeva. You know the drill. Go and hunt the Sand Potcrabs nearby and bring back their Sharp Pincers so we can keep track.

Five should be enough for now.

Maybe we should scatter all those severed pincers on the beach, as a warning. They'd probably eat them, though, and breed even faster.

Player: "On my way."

Finished so soon, Player?

You remembered to keep the pincers, right?

Player: "Here they are."

The pincers? Where are they?

Have you even hunted any Potcrabs yet?

Player: "Er...I'll be right back."

Thanks, Player! You know, you'll always be welcome here at the Observatory!

And there will always be plenty more Potcrabs to smash! Really. Always.