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I spent the greater part of the evening tending to a burned and mesmerized soldier who chased after a wisp into the wood. They are a nuisance to anyone with a childlike curiosity, which unfortunately, sums up much of our men. Can you clear them out?
Upon completion
Ridding Briarcliff of those wisps will do much to save those who react first and think later. I suppose we should just be content that there are those of us who can restrain ourselves, eh, [%Name]? I have enough on my plate, with this curse about.