You would hear some of Aion's Crab Tale?

Let's start where the mother does not trust her son. "My son," says she. "Potcrabs don't talk."

"This one does, though. Right?"

The story will wait. Crab Fest will not!

Do you have plans for the parade? I could use your help.

Accept. Decline.

Hah! We are Asmodians in arms, you and I, [%username].

With Team Glimma slicing at the problems, the parade will run smooth--like a body sliding off a well-honed blade.

Go find some [%dic:STR_DIC_I_WORLD_EVENT_WINTER2011_FOOD_MPREGEN_20A]s. We'll get them ready to march!

"Team Glimma towers over the others!"

Are you a string chaser who needs to be led unawares into the snare of comradeship?

Pah! I need no help from the likes of you.

"Whoa. Harsh."

King Zugog sent back my last messenger to the Obelisk. He's too busy killing Daevas to march in the parade.

"But dawn's frost is never too busy!"

(To the sky) Oh, Aion. Help me to survive linking my soul to this.

(To you) No, no, little [%username]. We need [%dic:STR_DIC_I_WORLD_EVENT_WINTER2011_FOOD_MPREGEN_20A]s.

Do you need Aunt Glimma to come with you?

"No need to be patronizing. I'm on it."

Hah! Because it settles every morning!

You are clever, [%username]. And you've guaranteed the parade's success.

Right. Where was I? So, the widow tells her seventh son...

Deliver [%dic:STR_DIC_I_WORLD_EVENT_WINTER2011_FOOD_MPREGEN_20A]s to [%dic:STR_DIC_N_event_Blingbling].

[%collectitem]

Deliver Stunned Starcrabs to Glimma.

Glimma needs marchers for the Crab Fest parade. You brought her some Stunned Starcrabs, and she gave you a present.

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