Chaunollet: Move along, adventurer. I have no time for─ Ah, perhaps I misspoke. A woman of your talents may be exactly what we need. Allow me to explain.
Chaunollet: You have no doubt heard of the Serpent Reavers─those vile men and women who sold their swords and souls to the Sahagin for a handful of trinkets and a shallow promise of fame.
Chaunollet: To think of how many of my brothers have been sent to the abyss at their hands...
Chaunollet: It is not as if the Knights of the Barracuda have sat idly by as the bastards wreaked their havoc across the coastline, of course...but there are limits to our resources. What is worse, the fact that they travel in small parties resembling those of you adventurers makes it difficult to discern them as the enemy until our patrols are up close...and by then the Reavers will have sensed the danger and fled.
Chaunollet: Now you, on the other hand, would have the advantage of playing a more inconspicuous role on the battlefield. A Reaver party will not regard you as a threat, and will more likely allow you to approach closer than they would a Barracuda unit. Why, they may even see you as easy prey, and launch their own offensive. So, what say you? Will you take up your weapon in defense of the city-state and her people?
Reject Text:
Chaunollet: Craven...
Accept Text:
[b]Chaunollet: Excellent. You need not bring back the heads of those brigands you slay. The Admiral would not have the stench foul her morning meal...or her midday or evening one, for that matter. No, each Serpent Reaver is given a wristlet when inducted into the Sahagin's ranks. This item will be proof enough of your deed, but do not bother returning until you have collected at least eight.
[b]Chaunollet: The wristlets will then be crushed under hammer and tossed into the sea where the Sahagin are certain to lay eyes upon them.

