'You do not have a dishonourable look about you, not like the evil that drove us from Naerost. My wife was slain in the assault nearly a year hence. Only I survived of my family, lame from an arrow through the leg, unable to visit vengeance upon my wife's murderers.

'Would you help lay my anger to rest and assist me in recovering some of what I lost when the half-breeds raided Naerost? My wife wore a necklace about her neck, an heirloom from her mother and her mother before her. No doubt it was claimed as a trophy by the half-breeds. If I had this, I would let my hate pass and find a proper way to mourn.

'Naerost lies to the west of here, just east of Amon Sûl.'