Lareen Dantara says, "Interested in more work, are you? Well then, if you take care of one more little matter, I'll let you into the retreat -- assuming you don't have an invitation already. I think that krahbu infected a local pair of motts with some Corellian virus. The disease must have driven the things crazy. You have to put them down before the epidemic spreads."

You say, "What's a Mott?"

Lareen Dantara says, "If you can picture a little garbage masher on four legs and covered with fur and tusks, that's a mott. Ill-tempered and brusque, in contrast to my own sweet nature. Well then, about this job -- will you take it?"

You say, "Yes."

Lareen Dantara says, "Good. I'll be here waiting, just like before. Come on back when you've put down the mott."

Run out about 550m to the waypoint and kill a monster called Mott, return for your reward.

Lareen Dantara says, "Thanks. That mott was just a nuisance before, digging up my garden and whatnot. But this could have been a plague. Well then, you've proven you have gumption. Go on in, look around -- but don't tell anyone I let you in."

Verified by Darkflame -- March 02, 2004