Sawtooth Spire Sanctuary's Still Safe

Iqniq's words provoked a snort of arrogance out of her. They definitely didn't want her to go hunting, hell no. She could play billy goat up and down the mountain all day, until she found some real billy goats. Then she'd eat their faces and they'd all have goat for the rest of the year, end of story. Shortly thereafter, they'd die of starvation because oh no lack of billy goat population — actually it would have been more like billy goat fus-ro-dah Echelon goes off a cliff into render distance space. Her corpse would later be found across the map, days later much to the confusion of the player.

Narrative dribble aside, she was cocky enough to take him up on the challenge. "You missed some spots," came her voice from some bushes during a popped squat. "But don't worry, Tonravik took them." Rib jab at her aokkatti, who would have probably ate her face for it. But it was pretty true and anyone who couldn't have followed them from one rocky cavern across some wreckage obviously had a broken sniffer. Tonravik may as well have been powered by urine the entire trip as far as she was concerned and for whatever reason to Echelon, it reeked.

"Tonravik's probably done our jobs for us," she went on, surprisingly vocal about it now. "We owe her dinner. Game's over, off we go," she rattled on, snapping at the air crisply.