I've drawn up a fantastic strategy for the battle against the Black Claw Tribe. We' ll catch them by surprise and crush them with one mighty hammer blow!

But I've decided to throw a bone to my Centurions. After all, I can't personally handle every little detail. And they could use some experience in the field!

Player: "Uh, yes. Experience..."

I've decided that Morn will assassinate the Shaman of the Black Claw Tribe.

He knows the cats as well as I do, so he should be suited well enough.

Would you deliver his orders?

Player: Accept.

Here we are--signed orders for Morn.

He should be near the Obelisk in front of the Nobelium.

This is a vital mission, so hop to it!

Player: "Yes, sir, General."

Player? I was just thinking of you! I had a question about Mau society, and I thought you might know the answer. Your knowledge of them has even outstripped mine!

Or are you here on business?

Player: "General's orders for you..."

Let's see: "...in order to prevent....by stealth....Black Claw Shaman!"

So we're moving at last. Oh, did he give the speech about "one mighty hammer blow?"

Well, blood for blood, my friend.