Let the Fire Burn

Defeat four fire throwers deep in the Mine's caves. Report to Murk.

Those dead men who rramble around here... They have flame guns. It is bad.
Tell me, kylys, what do you know of fear? Was there a moment in your life, when your mind was filled with black terror? No thoughts. You are getting blind. You forget how to breathe. You forget who you are.
As a cub, I dreamt of becoming a weaponsmith. The mystery of a blade being born in flames fascinated me. An old smith took me as his apprentice, me of many cubs! I was so prroud, eysh! And I paid for my pride...
When I tried to forge my first blade, I burnt my fur. I was burning so fiercely I lit Howlem brighter than the full moon! The pain didn't come at first. And when it came... Ay-hya. You see, they saved me, after all. But now I keep away from fire.
I cannot handle those dead men on my own, kylys. I need your help.

Have you completed my rrequest?

So, now you know one of my biggest secrets, kylys. Nobody else knows it. Nor Herbert, nor Zimina, nor even Zayan himself. Only several Pridens of my age, but I think most of them are dead. And those who are still alive hardly remember that burnt cub.
I swear to Golases, I wish you never know what a Terror is.
Now let's go, eysh! We need to save Herbert.