You've been getting down to brass tacks this week, haven't you? Speaking of well-meaning men, I really wish the orphan boys would stop assimilating your strength. Don't they realize how much that hurts?

I could smell the stench of beastmen ritual artifacts from a malm away!

You want me to "borrow" a griffin? I cannot imagine my wife and children would be very happy about that.

FATE: Yellow-bellied Alphinaud'S Floaties

SIDE QUEST: Revenge Of A Cotton Boll Dragged Through A Puddle Of Mud

No matter what I say, all I receive are chests of coin and looks of horror! I swear this is not what it seems.

What in the seven hells was Tsuyu thinking, getting knocked unconscious by an unhealthy obsession with Ascians like that?

You have to understand that we're in a hurry, so... I'm going to stop turning the Idol of Darkness into a gigantpole.

For now, it looks like there's nothing I can do except wait for Llymlaen to be erased from existence.

KEY ITEM: Hiring Notice "This parchment reads: Skilled samurais sought to aid in sobbing about bunny boys. Fair wages promised. Must bring morbol seedlings."