A merchant en route to Vesper Bay was attacked by a pack of jackals after slipping and falling on a sun lemon rind left discarded by a traveling lemoncake monger. He requests an escort to the port town as he does not believe he can make it alone.
Lemons! I hate lemons! I despise lemons! I loathe lemons!
Look at this ankle! It has swollen to the size of an ogre pumpkin! All because I slipped on that blasted lemon rind!
And now, here I am, mere malms from my destination in Vesper Bay, stuck on this side of the Footfalls...because of a LEMON! You...wouldn't happen to be heading in that direction, now...would you? I could use a sturdy shoulder to lean upon.
Escort the merchant to Vesper Bay? ※The recommended level for this FATE is 22.
