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• All Items
• Your service will not be forgotten. Show me your boons.
• Commune with this place of power.
• As she searched for Weeping Milkcap, she whispered greetings to Shagbark and Lady Fern. She crawled under Holly, but Milkcap wasn't there. Then, Noe saw Milkcap, in a grove overrun with krait.
• Lodge
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• "Danger, " she muttered. She crept to the grove's edge, whispered to Milkcap, and took several of its heads. And then, a krait threw a knife and caught her in the arm.
• Do you have anything to help me remember Owl?
• Pickpocket
• Noe fled into dense undergrowth where the krait wouldn't follow. Milkcap could fix her injured arm, but she didn't use it. Milkcap was for her creature. She placed it on the creature's wound.
• Destroy supplies
• Modniir supplies
• The creature opened its eyes, blinked at Noe...and bit her hand. Its sharp teeth drew blood.
  "Don't be afraid," she told it. The creature passed out again.
• Inspect
• Stolen Elixirs
• Have anything I could use?
• Is there anything else I can do?
• Noe cared for her creature. She stroked its ears and found the spot that made it rest easier. "When you're better, my pet," she told it, "we'll leave this place and have adventures together."
• Tell me about Jormag's forces.
• What else can I do?
• Then, one morning, the creature opened its eyes. Afraid of another bite, Noe scooted back. "Welcome back to the waking world," she greeted. "I'm Noe, and you're my pet." Her creature blinked.
• Great. Thanks for the information.
• The steading is constantly threatened by Jormag's forces. They also attack local animals, making food scarce. We could do with less icebrood around.
• Got it. Thanks.
• Leave the book alone.
• Take book
• Durmand Priory Archive
• I have slain one of your local mighty beasts!
• Know anything about the icebrood den mother?
• It blinked again and sat up. "I'm not your pet, you stupid fern." It looked down at its wound and Milkcap. "Hmph. Primitive. But effective."
• Have you heard of the icebrood troll?
• The troll is Jormag's chief minion. His death would be a great setback for the dragon. If you're daring, he patrols west of here, near the corruption.
• Noe's tiny creature stood on two legs. Its ears perked out from either side of its head. "I'm an asura. Not a pet."
  Noe smiled.
• This monster sounds worthy of my skill.
• All right. Thank you.
• Indeed. Boast to me of your kill, my friend!
• I have slain Hrodvitr.
• Her creature said, "I have to go." Noe watched her creature head off into the forest. "All right..." she said. A heartbeat later, she scrambled up and followed it. "...my pet."
• I have slain Jormag's corrupted troll.
• I have slain the fallen den mother.
• I'm not really the boasting type.
• Oh, ho! I would have loved to have claimed that kill for my own, but losing it to you is no shame.
• A kill worthy of your legend! Jormag's minions have been slowed by your efforts.
• Adventurer Thrada
• I do what I can.
• Though it pains me to hear about the loss of a once noble creature, removing such a threat from the region is quite a heroic feat.
• Arctic Kelp
• Hunter's Target
• There's a quaggan village nearby. I'll get you there.
• That's too bad.