'Avenge me! Send these chuffin' monsters to their doom!' Those were his last words.
There's naught that I can do for old Snorrisson now, but he was my kinsman, and his grudge deserves to be answered! If you'll slay those blasted skeletons in his name, I'll reward ye for the task.
- Tomb Sworn Slain 0/5
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Oh, 'scuse me. Just takin' a sip o' ale. Now, how's our little endeavor goin'?
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Bless me grandsire's beard! Old Snorrisson would have been happy as a Halfling on free pie day to see those beasts brought low.
Ye've done right by my kinsman, friend, and you have my gratitude.