I can't believe that an operation like Haramel was being run so close to Impetusium! Right under all our noses!

I blame myself. I've been under too much stress, tried to do too much on my own. I know I've been slipping lately.

And now this! It's just not me, either; many of those here are kicking themselves for not noticing it.

Player: "It's not their fault, or yours."

I know that in my head, but my heart tells me otherwise. Same with the troops here. They're planning all sorts of raids on Haramel.

I'd encourage it, but it's a serious distraction from our main work: rebuilding Impetusium. But I can't blame them either.

As long as Haramel still exists, it will be a weight on us all. You've been there...can you relieve our burden for us?

Player: Accept.

Ah, that's the first good news I've heard in...well, longer than I care to remember.

Haramel's Inhabitants are still keeping its operations going. They must be killed if its sinister work is to stop for good.

Destroy everyone and everything you can in there. I'll tell the troops everything is taken care of. That alone is a huge help.

Player: "Haramel's as good as finished."

Things have calmed down a little since word of what you're doing has spread, but the grumbling's rising again.

Seems everyone's agreed: if you can't get the job done, they'll take care of Haramel themselves.

Work's ground to a near standstill! I feel like I'm going mad here! Tell me you have good news.

Player: "The best."

Haramel is empty? Every Kobold, Skurv, operator of that blasted place...gone?

Hahaha! Oh, it feels good to laugh like that! What a relief! Though with Hamerun still at large, we'll still need to keep vigilant.

But our pride's been saved, and we can actually get back to our main mission. You don't know what this means to me...to all of us. Thanks.