'You and the Wizard will be coming to the city as well? That is most fortuitous, Player. All know that Wizards are stand-offish sorts and do not make friends easily. He will be glad to have you there as we travel to the City of the Invaders.'
Ayorzén looks at you slyly, and then he laughs.
'Ah, you must pardon me, truly I am Ayorzén the Blunderer! I should not speak ill of the city, for it is so tall and only a small portion of it was damaged by the war. Only one third of it, yes? The battle would have had to last an hour or two more for the rest to be made to match!
'I await the ride to the city with interest, my new friend.'0/1
2 Speak toRathnor (Show dialog)
'I will be glad to have you on the waggon as we travel to the city, Player. I do not trust that Easterling, and I know some of the soldiers who will travel with us do not either.
'Speak to me when you are ready to leave and we will depart.'0/1
'At last we have arrived. I am accustomed to haste, and Rathnor's horses were incapable of anything faster than a slow trot! Shadowfax might have done that in his sleep, but I did not wish to leave you behind. I have need of you now, and it would not do to arrive quickly and then wait for you to report at Rathnor's leisurely pace!
'Ayorzén has given us little reason to trust him, Player, but your account of Agarnaith confirms some of my suspicions. The remainder require corroboration by other sources, but these can be found in the city.
'Go to the Houses of Lore on the southern side of the Fifth Circle and look for any scrolls or tomes that concern the Great Plague that so troubled Gondor earlier in the Age. Ask a scholar there for some kingsfoil, as well, if any can be spared. They have found it lately of use, but they still should have some to give to you.
'Once you have done this, you should see if Ayorzén has anything else to say to us concerning this matter. Whether he can be trusted or no, he seems more willing to speak to you than to any other.'0/1
itemTalkFind a book about the Great Plague in the Houses of Lore0/1
5 Speak toCovadil (Show dialog)
'Player! It is good to see you again, safe and sound! Did you tire of danger already? Well, what is it that brings you to the Houses of Lore? I am ready and available to help you with whatever you might need!
'Kingsfoil? Yes, I do have some here. It's very useful for treating headaches and other minor maladies. Has prolonged exposure to the foul air of Gorgoroth been giving you headaches? I am sorry to hear that, but perhaps this will help!'0/1
6 Speak toAyorzén the Wily (Show dialog)
'I have never seen this city from the inside before. It is... it is quite a sight, Player. I believed that Sauron's armies were so near to victory, but now I am not certain. The city appears much stronger from up here.'
Ayorzén stands silently, gazing out over Minas Tirith. When he speaks again, his voice is low and quiet.
'I fought on the field down there. It is hard to tell, but I think I can see where my sworn men joined the battle. I slew many men myself, wielding swords, wielding axes. That is the way of war; if it was not to be their blood, it would have been mine. Eventually, things began to go wrong. Some of my sworn men were themselves slain. Others turned and ran.
'I ran with them. Later, when we formed up again, word came down that some of the leaders were dead: the Lord of the Nazgûl, maybe others. And I thought to myself, \qWhy should I die as well?\q I thought to take my men and go home, leave the war behind... but I received new orders. I was to set an ambush for the force that had started to march in the direction of Mordor.
'I left that task for the Orcs. I tried to lead my men home, and I was betrayed on the road. It was Ortakûl who betrayed me, the treacherous dog. He was rewarded with my command, and I was brought to Udûn, there to rot.'
Ayorzén clenches his fist.
'The Captain of the Pit, Ugrukhôr, did not plan to keep me there for long. He planned to send me to Agarnaith. Durthang was a nightmare, but it would be a pleasant daydream compared to that. Sweet Lara is there, Player. She is still there, and she is working on something behind the walls of Seregost. If you had not opened my cell, I would have been sent to Seregost, and death could not come quickly enough for Ayorzén the Unlucky.
'Once Sweet Lara got her claws in me... once she made me drink of her concoctions, her vile potions... I do not think I would be Ayorzén anymore. So I... I thank you for freeing me, Player, if for nothing else.
'Now that is done, and we will speak of it no more.'
Ayorzén shakes his head abruptly and laughs.
'Perhaps I was wrong! This city is not so strong after all. Do you see the cracks there, and there? Another hour or two, and Sauron would have had it quite in hand. You are lucky that his commanders were not as capable as I, Ayorzén the Strategic! You are lucky indeed in this, Player. So very lucky.'0/1