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[So many crabs, so little time. Frankly Relm's getting a bit sick of seafood, but the crabs just seem bent on getting smashed and winding up served on someone's dinner plate. But as annoying as they are, it beats having people getting kidnapped and having to murder cultists so. Progress?

Anyway, there are more (of course) but this time, with the new wave of crabs comes a shout for help from a familiar looking person. Oh hey, she remembers this guy. Might as well chip in and help.]

Now now, no need to so crabby about it. I'm coming.

[Staff in hand, Hawke gives it a little twirl before firing off a chain of lightning, hitting several of the crabs and causing them to twitch and back off of Krem, at least for now.]