Category: Epic - Vol. III, Book 8: Into the Riddermark
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Quest dialogElfsige (Show dialog)
'I must deliver my message to Thane Mildrith, even though she will not like it. Perhaps I will see you later.'1/1
1 Speak toHorn (Show dialog)
'The Uruks that left the East Wall may have passed near to Elthengels. We should learn if any of the townspeople know anything of their passage. Here, Player. Take these coins of the Mark, and use them to buy a round of drinks at the tavern for the patrons there. It could be one of them saw something of those Uruks.'1/1
2 Hand inCoins of the Mark to Thurnoth1/1
3.1) Speak toWigherd (Show dialog)
'Thank you kindly, stranger. I don't mind if I do have a sip of that.'
Wigherd drinks deeply, but shakes his head when you ask about the Uruks.
'I did not see them run by, but I heard from those who did. Running more away than toward, it seemed to them as saw it. No one wanted to ride out to challenge them, and who can blame them? We lost Thane Pendrad in the Autumn to Orcs, and his widow may be Thane now, but she is not the fighter he was. And then to lose her son! It is a wonder she can go on at all, but she's not commanding troops. The Uruks passed us by, and we should be lucky they did not turn to raid the town.'1/1
3.2) Speak toTidwine (Show dialog)
'I'll have some of that, since you're buying.'
Tidwine drains the mug in one huge gulp, and at first you cannot tell if he has heard you ask about the Uruks.
'Ah! Just the stuff. What did you say? The Uruks that ran by Elthengels? Aye, I saw them. Never seen Uruks run like that before. Even if Thane Mildrith was in any state to order our riders, she would have been a fool to send men after them. And she is no fool. Suffered more than her share of grief, if you ask me, but no fool. She was Pendrad's rock, before he was slain by Orcs, and she had much to do with shaping the man Pendulf became. Pity what happened to the boy, but you'll hear no rumours from me.'1/1
3.3) Speak toDudmund (Show dialog)
'If you insist!'
Dudmund finishes the mug and slams it down on the table.
'Best beer in the Norcrofts, and I don't care who hears it! You go tell Reeve Athelward that I'd rather have the brew of Elthengels than that of Cliving!'
The other patrons give Dudmund some worried looks, but it only serves to rile him up further.
'No, you listen to me! If he challenges me to trial by combat, like he did with Mildrith's son, well, I'll teach him a thing or two. I won't even let him scratch me with that blade of his. I swear he had some vile coating on it, to make Pendulf's wound fester like that. I swear it!'
He lapses into depressed, drunken silence, and has nothing more to say to you.1/1
'You have my gratitude. Without your help our losses might have been more severe. I have heard Elfsige's message from Floodwend and can spare no men, but perhaps I can send a waggon of blacksmithing supplies.
'I will see you on your way with supplies of my own, but only if you will help me with a matter of crucial import for my town.'1/1
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