![]() Drunken argument at The Caroling Giant that turned into a fist fight. “So, who is our customer today?” Sigketill asked. It was a technique that Hund had learned long ago in Grofheim, as the giants much preferred stone homes that would live as long as their occupants. The hole that rose up formed a stack chimney through the hill, providing ventilation which allowed smoke to escape. Hund stared at the flames, remembering long ago when he was on his back, carefully chiseling the rock inside the wall. Don’t sleep much anyway.” He hunched down to place a log into the fire pit built into the wall between two rooms, and stirred it back to life. In the embers of the nearby fire, his wizened eyes sparkled with wisdom and intellect. The human was getting on in age, his hair and long mustache a mix of grey and brown. Hund spun around, then nodded to the speaker. Gods be good, why didn’t I think of that… Hund marveled at the ingenuity of the design. The litany of drunken curses was lost behind a barrier of wood, leather and wool designed to muffle the gaol’s most vocal occupants. Hund didn’t spare him a second look, stepping out of the prisoners’ hallway and shutting the door. Nefr began to ramble and howl at him, his words so slurred that only their hostility could be felt, not their meaning. The long lives of varl turned memories into labyrinths of time. Or was it more than a century now? Hund frowned, struggling to remember. He couldn’t help but feel some shame for his inexperienced handiwork all those decades ago. I’ve learned and practiced so much since then. I could do so much better now, he thought. How the height was just enough that a varl didn’t have to bow his horned head, how there was even a couple of rooms large enough for his kind. He moved slowly, studying the passage and reflecting on his contributions to the architecture. Hund sighed at the prisoner’s needless obstinance and walked towards the exit, passing a few beams of morning light peeking from apertures carved into the stone walls. “If you be quiet, I’ll have the gaoler get you some water. The iron door handle was chilling to touch, even for the giant, yet the satisfying slam and thunk of the lock bar warmed the cockles of Hund’s heart. Seeing as you don’t have any,” Hund replied, shoving the unruly varl into the largest gaol cell. “I wouldn’t be talking about friends right now, Nefr. Throughout the conversation, Hakon has the option of knocking him out and sending him away (which I do not recommend).“-ou kendrless cur! Sooner cut your own horn off to blow for your tiny friends than side with your own kind!” Ludin abruptly appears and a possibly aggressive conversation starts. He will ask about Vognir, only to find out he is dead. ![]() Halfway down the road you will encounter a group of Varl from Schild led by Fasolt. Hakon could let him go and Eirik leaves the caravan or either forbid him from leaving or appeal to his sense of duty and Eirik stays in the caravan. If you decide to send them away, Eirik would ask to join them to Strand, just to make sure they survive the trip. If you open it, many of the surviving villagers will come out of there. Hakon could either open the hatch or leave it. If you decide to fight the dredge and clear the village of them, Yrsa will find what appears to be a hatch on the floor. Draw some of them forward and split themĭepending on what is chosen above, Hakon can tell Mogr upon arriving at the village to. ![]() After this encounter, one of Ludin's scouts reports that the dredge are destroying a village down the road.
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