You probably have seen the Skitter on the island of Aeon. They are one of the oldest races on Alganon and with Ouroban's blessing, we have learned to communicate with them in a fashion. It seems a couple of the local tribes have decided to destroy us or force us to relocate, despite our best efforts to compromise. This is exacerbated by the fact that Skitter have organs that are full of nutrition that are exceedingly delicious and make excellent food for recovering wounded soldiers. Therefore I feel we should 'both pluck that chicken and eat it.' Some colloquialism I once heard a human say... At any rate, let us lessen the danger to our troops and collect those Skitter parts for the wounded.