You opened the letter from Marla.
I once had an adventurous, brash son. Eight years ago, he went off in search of adventure. He never returned.
At first, I thought he'd gone to the city. I didn't expect the knights on patrol to bring back his half-broken staff made from crocodile teeth. It was his prized possession; I gave it to him.
Please help me avenge my son's death by killing the crocodiles in Misty Wetlands.