Acceptation
"Ouch!" Jikaffe pressed a piece of cloth to a heavily bleeding wound. His eyes watered.
"The climate and geography here led to new strains of Golems. However, the new variety has proven incredibly vicious; they attacked me on sight."
"I've noticed a special rock salt on the new variety, but how can I collect it when the beasts are busy mauling me?"
"Sprite messenger, can you collect some rock salt for me?" Jikaffe asked hopefully.
Intermédiaire
"Those Golems are vicious, aren't they? I get bullied by them all the time."
"Do you need any medicine? Perhaps I shouldn't have asked-I'm completely out!"
Fin
"The rock salt is an astounding find!"
"This is no ordinary rock salt. It contains traces of magic. It's so unstable; it could disappear into thin air at any time," Jikaffe said, his eyes alight.
"Fantastic! I must study this at once. Perhaps it will lead me to the cause of the mutations... and maybe it will help me understand how the pointy rocks formed, too."
"If you aren't busy, can you collect more rock salt for me? C'mon-it's for science!"