"Master Struk'tohr Nhin! I've finished my training with the Kerubs." Kryse exclaimed as he waved towards his master.

"So, how was it? Did you slaughter huge herds of beasts all thirsty for young blood? Did you quaff lemonade, clinking glasses with your comrades in arms? Did you suck up to the captain hoho?"

"I've defeated many monsters such as Immature Larvae, Fragile Demonic Roses, Small Wild Sunflowers, Young Boars, Giant Daredevil Crabs, Frightened Evil Dandelions, and Chafers. I've talked with the hooded skeleton Brett Ernal about the matters of death and what comes after. I've even chosen a profession - farming."

"Ah, if only I could re-enlist.... But no, young'uns are the way forward. Now that I know you're a perfect fit to be a militiaman, I have a special mission for you. One of my ex-students has gotten a little headstrong, and I'd like for you to go teach him a lesson. Tone down his arrogance if you will. His name is Samash Nehofitt and you can find him at the northeast side of the island."

"Alright master, I'll go instill some reality to Samash Nehofitt." Kryse nodded as he bid farewell to his master Struk'tohr Nhin. Then, the young Masqueraider headed towards Master Yakasi who was standing by a tree not far from where Kryse was. Kryse walked up to Master Yakasi and explained about his encounter with Brett Ernal.

"If you had agreed to take part in one of Brett's experiments, you now know the risks an adventurer has to take in life. You will run into a fair few fights over the course of your long quest to find the Dofus! The twelve gods will be witnesses to your victories and your defeats.... There's no doubt they will be paying close attention to your destiny. Perhaps you'd like to learn more about these divine entities?

"Sure."

"The gods were once in Incarnam. They left behind traces of their passage, relics which bear witness to their glory and their power. Explore the west of the island to discover the first of the remains, and read the stones...that is if you want to learn the stories that the disciples tell."

"Okay."

The young Masqueraider waved goodbye and headed northeast. After an hour of traveling, he found the Blue Piwi he took a quest from a few days ago. Kryse reached into his bag and grabbed out six Wheats and six Flax Flowers. He gave the harvested foodstuffs to the little blue monster who chirped away happily. After finishing the side quest, Kryse continued heading towards northeast. He planned to have a little chat with Samash Nehofitt about his headstrong attitude. Along the way, the young Masqueraider saw a young female Feca with three red wooden sticks pinned in her tied up hair. She wore a typical Feca outfit of blue and beige colors. By her side was a black scraggly cat...most likely her pet and companion.

"Are you Telma Faker?" Kryse asked as he walked up to the Feca.

"Yes. You are?" Telma asked as she peered at the young Masqueraider.

"I heard that I can trade a Green Piwi feather for a piece of vine string."

"That's right! Welcome. You have the feather?"

"Yes! Here it is."

Kryse reached into his bag and pulled out a Green Piwi feather. He handed the feather to Telma who, in return, gave a piece of vine string to him. After the trade, Kryse headed south to the Tavern. After a few minutes, he arrived at the Tavern. Kryse handed the leaves of the Fragile Demonic Rose and the vine string to Foreman Ikure who went to his workshop immediately. After a while, he comes back with a set of clothings.

"Here's the clothes for Reginator. Tell him not to spend so much time with those lassies. I'm not going to help him a second time." Foreman Ikure replied as he handed the set of clothings to Kryse.

Kryse grabbed the clothes and headed towards the Canals. When the young Masqueraider arrived, he placed the new clothes on the floor next to the bush Reginator was hiding in. "Here's your new clothes."

"Thanks. Here's...um...a reward I guess." Reginator replied as he handed a Daredevil Crab pincer.

"No problem...uh...thanks."

"Okay. You may leave. I need to get dressed."

"Alright."

After completing the request given to him by Reginator, the young Masqueraider decided to continue the request he obtained from his master Struk'tohr Nhin. As he traveled northeast towards his destination, he caught a glimpse of an Osamodas. The Osamodas had white messy hair and red eyes. He had an arrowheaded tail and wore the typical Osamodas outfit except instead of blue and white, the outfit was red and white. He had a gray cloak and an arrogant attitude.

"Hey!" Kryse shouted as he got the Osamodas's attention. "Are you Samash Nehofitt by any chance?"

"What's this? A little slug crawling up to talk to me? ME! Bah! I don't have time for this loser." Samash Nehofitt sneered.

"How impertinent! You bastard better watch your mouth! I'll fight you!"

"You're lucky you're that weak. If you touched me, I would have sent you to the soul disco for wasting my time! I only fight with experienced adventurers. Go around Incarnam a few more times and one day you might earn the right to die by my hand."

"Sounds like someone is scared to fight me!"

"What did you say?! I'm not scared of you!"

"Then, I challenge you to a fight!"

"So you've come to challenge me just because you can cast a spell or two eh? Hahaha."

"Shut up you mophead!"

"What did you call me?"

"Mophead! Look how ugly your hair is!"

"That's it! Let's fight!" Samash Nehofitt vented as he charged towards the young Masqueraider and jump-kicked.