Help Those That Cannot Help Themselves

They're majestic beasts, aren't they?$B$B<Lathorius points towards the mammoths of the northern tundra.>$B$BWith each passing day their numbers diminish. Demons that call themselves hunters slay the beasts for sport and riches.$B$B<Lathorius' face contorts with anger.>$B$BIt's the whimpers that drive me to madness, $N. You can hear them, carried by the wind. The mammoth calves, trapped in the hunters' vile traps, call out to us.$B$BTake this hammer and smash those traps. Free the calves!