Ah, my dear Traveler, it is fortunate you’ve come. There’s a dire situation in Thronefast that requires your valiant efforts. Those accursed rodents have descended upon our precious jute plants, feasting upon the voraciously!
[The Clothier’s gaze falls mournfully upon the damaged jute, and he clutches a bolt of fabric as though it were a dear friend in need.]
Our jute supply diminishes with each passing day, and I fear for the fate of my creations. We must dwindle their numbers! Kill ten of those foul vermin for me.
I must return to work immediately so I urge you to make haste!