Description
Before the kobolds came, I made my living selling Cockatrice Gizzards. Now I can't even get close without one of the dog-men trying to eat my spleen for breakfast. If you've got a mind to brave the danger, I'll pay you for whatever you can get.
Upon completion
I can smell those Cockatrice Gizzards from here! Cooked right, they make for fine eating, and should sell for enough coin to feed my family for weeks. Thanks for helping out a desperate trapper, [%Name].