"Ah! Holy Father above! You've finally arrived! I'm Oliver, the village chief of Stone Creek Village. We've been praying for the guild to send someone as soon as possible. Come, come in! You must be exhausted from the journey!"
"Hello, Chief," Hulk said, stepping forward and getting straight to the point. "I'm Hulk, the team leader. We're short on time, so there's no need for pleasantries. I've read the details in the request, but from the looks of things, the problem seems worse than described?"
The smile on the old village chief Oliver's face turned awkward. "Well... to be honest, you've come a long way. We should have prepared hot soup and ale to welcome you and let you rest for the night, but..."
Hulk waved a hand, cutting him off. "It's all right, Chief. We came to solve the problem. Just tell us the latest situation, in as much detail as possible. That way, we can come up with the most effective plan."
At Hulk's words, the village chief sighed and began describing their current predicament.
The situation was more or less as described in the request, but it had worsened much faster.
The village hunters had first spotted the Spined Boars near the edge of the forest. At first, there hadn't been many, and nobody had paid them much attention. They hadn't even wanted to put together the money for a request.
But lately, the boars had been showing up near the village more and more often, and they had grown bolder.
Then, a few days ago, they had completely taken over the main stretch of stream near the village.
It was the villagers' primary source of water for daily use and irrigation.
This had made it difficult and dangerous for the villagers to fetch water. More importantly,