Stand with me, Player. I must telllll...you why...you gather these treasures.

If not for you...the filthy Mist Manes...would destroy them.

They carrrre nothing...for the history...of the Silver Mane Tribe.

Player: "I want to hear it."

Many trrrreasures are...passed from onnnne...generation to the next. The greatest...of these is the Legendary Armor.

You have...brrrrought back two...but there were five pieces in the set: Shoes, Gloves, Pauldrons, Leggings, and Jacket.

Myukata, the thirrrrd...chieftan of the Silverrrr Mane...was beautiful and wise. A spirrrrit we...do not name...made a gift of it to her.

Player: "Sounds like someone I know."

You must not...say such things. Making the storytellerrrr...smile changes the story.

Just one...of the pieces...remains missing: the Pauldrons. Trust me...when I say that...it is the most important one.

You must find...the Spirited Breath Pauldrons for us. No other can do this.

Player: Accept.

This is ourrrr...most important story...and now you are a part of it.

The Spirited Breath Pauldrons arrrre...in the Iron-clad Wooden Box, last...seen when the Mist Mane attacked.

To rrrremind them...of theirrrr crimes...gather Mist Mane Hair along with the Pauldrons.

Player: "Blood for blood."

I saw you rrrrunning...from out of our past.

Each step...brings us closerrrr...to a future without the Mist Manes.

How did...your hunting go?

Player: "Swift and easy. I..."

Do not...waste breath with lies. I see yourrrr...empty hands, hear your cold heart.

How can...you do this? Does ourrrr...friendship mean nothing to you?

The Spirited Breath Pauldrons and the Mist Mane Hair...are necessary, if everrrr...the Silver Mane are to regain their strength.

Player: "I will return."

You need not finish. I know...in my hearrrrt...what you will say. To see these...prrrrecious items again...if not for you, Player, they would be lost.

My Chieftainnnn holds...the Spirited Breath Leggings and Jacket. Now, all...five can be given...to Kuriuta, the finest warrior of the Silver Mane.

These Pauldrons...belong on your shoulders. Take them, they are yours.