Those cruel bandits are killing the merchants and dumping the goods in
the bushes… They must have used up all their brainpower on just killing
the merchants. If you go search around the woods and bring me back at
least ten of the stolen bags with my goods, I'll reward you handsomely. I
give you my word as an honest Gibberling.
Go. And I'll keep my fists
balled up for you. It's a Gibberling superstition - as if you're
holding fortune by the tail and not letting go until things come to a
happy resolution. Let's see if it works.
Quest check:
Unless something, anything, is returned to me from the wagons, I'm ruined!
Quest finished:
Ah, so the superstition is true after all! Here are the sacks with my
goods… See, it wasn't for nothing that I kept my fists balled up for
you!
If things continue in this vein and everyone is as brave and courageous as you, the settlement will blossom yet!