Once on a time, there lived a widow with seven sons.

Six of her sons travelled far away, making names for themselves as famous Daevas.

• "What about number seven?"

The seventh son found a crab, which he took home to his mother.

It was a very particular crab...but that's all I can tell you.

Until you echo the story, that is. Bring me some Starcrabs.

• Accept.
• Decline.

What I really want is King Zugog, the giant crab of Morheim.

But we'll get by with Chittering Starcrabs. They should march, step in step, showing off their gleaming spines of death.

Daevas will gasp at our Crab Fest parade.

• "Or will they grasp at our Cab Fe--"

Deliver Stunned Starcrabs to Glimma.

Hah! Crabs survive and endure where even Daevas have not.

No wonder Aion chose their form.

• "A form like these Chitterererererers?"

Don't mangle the language like a string chaser!

Go out and redeem yourself.

Stunned Starcrabs! Now!

• "On my way, ma'am!"

Perhaps it was.

Thank you for bringing the Starcrabs. Our parade will strike fear into our enemies' hearts and rouse fierce battle cries from our allies.

Now. I promised you a story. The seventh son had just found a crab...

Glimma had you acquire Starcrabs to march in the Crab Fest parade. She gave you a present and told you more of Aion's Crab Tale in thanks.