Okuna Longtusk’s Pack: (You and Okuna were going to arm the captives in here. The idea was to free them and cause as much chaos as possible. It’s the only sure way to be able to get close to the prince. You still have the weapons. You’re just going to have to be careful sneaking around the giants.)
Arm 25 Shipwrecked Captives.
(Okuna Longtusk’s pack lies here on the ground. One of the straps is broken and there are signs of a struggle. But otherwise, it’s intact including its contents. Odds are that Okuna was captured and taken to Prince Oceanus. Time to proceed without him.)
Shipwrecked Captive: This isn’t my weapon, but she feels good in my hand.
Shipwrecked Captive: Kill them all. Let Neptulon sort them out.
Hatecoil Slavemaster: What?
Shipwrecked Captive: Freedom!
Hatecoil Slavemaster: Get back to work!
Shipwrecked Captive: Rise up. Let’s kill them all.
Shipwrecked Captive: Better to die free than as a slave.
Shipwrecked Captive: Death to the giants. Death to Prince Oceanus!
Hatecoil Slavemaster: It’s an uprising!
Shipwrecked Captive: Aaarr! now you die, scum.
Hatecoil Slavemaster: What’s the meaning of this?
Hatecoil Slavemaster: Time to pay the price of iron, skrogs.
Cleave Thunderhill: I’m right over here. Just watch out for the giant!
Taldranis: I don’t know who you are, but you best get out of here before the giants catch you.
(Celea sent me to free you. Here, put on this armor.)
Okuna Longtusk: Now the captives are free. Thank you, (name).
The Right Weapon for the Job