"A heavy fog has been bellowing out from the coast into RidsBoro.
The Mireds have been spotted, stalking the alleys.
A few good harpoons and nets put them down but the bastards keep coming.
We sense there's something odious in the mist drawing them out.
I sent our scouts to investigate but...we wouldn't be calling you if they made it back.
We're running low on ammunition and going by the clouds, a down pour is on its way.
If you can stomp out whatever's been drawing them here, I can guarantee you'll be eating good tonight."

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