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“Excuse me, Mister, do you know the way back to the soldiers’ camp? Mr. Floppy and I decided to go for a walk in the woods, and my brother Walter was gonna come with us, but then he had squire things to do. So Mr. Floppy and I went by ourselves, but we got lost, and there were a whole bunch of hungry wolves, but we found this tower. The wolves went away, but we’re still lost.
I asked Mr. Floppy, and he doesn’t know the way back. Would you help us? Please?”
-Emily
Help Emily and Mr. Floppy get back to the Westfall Brigade Encampment, then speak to Squire Walter.

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Quest Giver: Emily — Heartwood Trading Post, Grizzly Hills [49, 33]
Objective: Escort Emily and her pet rabbit Mr. Floppy safely back to the Westfall Brigade Encampment and speak to Squire Walter.
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Walkthrough
Encounter 1: Hungry Worg
Encounter 2: Bears
Encounter 3: Ravenous Worg (CRITICAL)
After the Encounters
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
Emily is the younger sister of Squire Walter at the Westfall Brigade Encampment. She wandered into the forest with her rabbit while Walter was busy with squire duties, got lost, and took shelter at the abandoned Heartwood Trading Post when wolves chased them.
Mr. Floppy refers to the puppet rabbit from the 1990s sitcom Unhappily Ever After (1995-1999). The quest has a Disney-like tone, with Emily’s pigtails and prancing animation evoking Little House on the Prairie, and the turn-in NPC being named “Squire Walter.”
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Found Emily at an abandoned tower near Heartwood Trading Post, clutching a rabbit and trying not to cry. Her brother Walter had squire duties. She and Mr. Floppy had gone walking without him. Now they were lost, and she had asked Mr. Floppy for directions. The rabbit, apparently, did not know the way.
I agreed to escort them back to camp.
Emily clutched Mr. Floppy while the rabbit stared vacantly ahead. Grizzly Hills stretched before us, its beauty masking its dangers. I scanned the treeline for wolves, bears, anything that might take an unhealthy interest in a rabbit-sized snack. Meanwhile, Emily chattered endlessly about Mr. Floppy’s many adventures. Equal parts charming and maddening.
The peace was short-lived. A low growl from the underbrush. Wolves emerged, eyes glinting with hunger. Emily froze. Mr. Floppy looked unconcerned.
I stepped forward. The axe did its work. The danger passed.
A second wolf went straight for Mr. Floppy. Got its jaws around the rabbit before I could close the distance. Emily screamed. Mr. Floppy went limp. I killed the wolf and stood there, axe dripping, watching a child’s heart break.
Then Mr. Floppy twitched. Stood up. Shook himself off.
“Mr. Floppy, you’re ok!” Emily was already scooping him up. The rabbit looked, if anything, slightly annoyed.
“He would’ve kicked that wolf,” Emily informed me afterward. “I’m sure of it.”
When the camp came into view, Squire Walter rushed toward us, sweeping Emily and her fearless rabbit into his arms. “Thank goodness you found Emmy,” he said. “I’m glad Mr. Floppy’s back safe and sound, too.”
I nodded, resisting the urge to tell him his sister’s rabbit was the real hero.
Mr. Floppy survived. Emily is home. And somewhere in Grizzly Hills, the war effort needs something with four legs and considerably more common sense in Mounting Up.