Hello, %n%. My name is Berde, and I am the messenger for this temporary outpost.
When the war broke out, we were pushed further and further back. The Rebel Base is all that's left. To get in contact with the outside world, our commander made his way past the Beastmen and set up a temporary outpost on this small island, Berde explained, clearly awed.
The commander was not interested in your report, you say? Well, do me a favor, and maybe you can win his trust.
Recently, hordes of Fishmen turned up out of nowhere and cut us off from the Rebel Base. Please cull the Fishmen for us so we can send back word from the outside.
I don't dare cross the river alone. Last time, the Fishmen attacked me. If my commander hadn't saved my skin, I would've fallen into the river with the secret documents. I'm just not skilled to make it out there by myself. The spirit's willing, but the flesh is weak, Berde lamented with a shrug.