Preventive Measures

You probably won’t like my request - I don’t like it myself. Centaurs’ scouts got too close to our hideout. If they spot us, they will kill us like those unfortunate souls in Triquetrum. I can't let that happen. We must strike first, because that’s the only language those savages understand.
Teach the Centaurs around here a lesson. You’ll make this place safer, and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.

Have you fulfilled my request?

Good job, my friend. We can breathe more easily now.