“I've got another job for you.
The dragon cannons we depend on to keep the thicker swathes of mantid back are running low on ammo. The camp's cannoneers developed an improvised explosive that's made from the globe seeds down the western ridge.
They dispatched a couple initiates to bring some back hours ago, but have heard nothing from them. I want to send someone a bit more capable to make sure that this gets taken care of.
Are you my man for this?”
