These nidgit know we seek the Spear of Peace, and they mock us. They fire these tiny arrows - their shafts made of cougar bone, their arrowheads made of woodweed thorns... but it is their fletching that stings the most. The nidgit have stripped the Spear of its decorative feathers and have woven them into their arrows! The arrows they fire are adorned with the very feathers we seek! As of yet, we have recovered nearly a dozen of these feathers, but I lack the patience to wait for these mocking nidgit to fire the rest. Kill them. Kill their archers. Tear the arrows from their quivers and bring them to Dar Spearcatcher.

• I've Been Waiting (I've Been Waiting completed)