The next morning, as the sun crested the hills, casting its light to illuminate the sleepy caravan, Arilee awoke to someone quietly calling her name. She sleepily opened her eyes as the morning came into focus.

“Psst, Arilee, are you awake?” she heard the voice again. She thought it was Leela.

“I’m up.” Arilee grumbled. She equipped her gear and walked outside her tent. She shivered in the morning cold as the smoke from her breath escaped her lips. The warmth of a small fire drew her towards the middle of the camp where her friends stood, huddled around the fire. Tallus was telling them a story. He paused when he saw Arilee come near the fire.

“Hi everyone. What’s going on?” Arilee asked.

“Tallus woke us all up,” said Leela. “He said he needs our help.”

“Oh, with what?”

“With Rorik.”

“He drinks too much,” said Tallus. “He’s hurting, and taking the wrong medicine.”

“Is he wounded?” asked Leela. “I’m a Healer, maybe I can help.”

“He’s wounded, but not like that,” explained Tallus. “He’s hurting on the inside. He didn’t used to be like this before the Usurper came. I need you to help me help him.”

“How do you want us to do that?” asked Arilee.

“Come with us on a pilgramage of sorts.I heard talk around the caravan that there is a Tomb of a Great Dwarven King here. I was just telling them the story when you woke up.”

“It’s the Stormstrong from the story I told you all in the city!” said Chip, excitedly.”

“What’s he doing buried all the way out here?”

Tallus answered. “The Dwarven Army didn’t think they would make it back to the mountain alive, so made as proper a tomb for their general as they could here, and then made their last march. Over the years, pilgrims to the tomb have improved it and built around the original monument.”

“And you are hoping that by visiting this tomb, it will do what?” asked Arilee.

“I don’t know, maybe help him find a part of himself again. Maybe humble him. I’m running out of ideas. Please, come with us? It should only take the better part of the morning and we’ll be back before the caravan leaves.”

A scroll appeared for Arilee.

“Accept Quest: Help Rorick and Tallus?”

1. Yes

2. No

“Sure. As long as we’re back before the caravan leaves,” agreed Arilee.

+1 Rorick and Tallus

-2 Slicks

The Scroll disappeared.

“You go without me. I don’t want to go with the Dwarf anywhere.” said Slicks.

“No worries, Slicks. You don’t have to come.” said Arilee, with a smile. She knew Slicks and Rorick didn’t get along but she didn’t want to not help them. Tallus appeared trustworthy and she sensed good in Rorick.

Slicks hissed his tongue and turned back into his tent.

“I’ll wake up Rorick and tell him we’re going. I’m going to tell him you all want to visit it and that you want him to take you there. You all wait by the fire.”

“Sounds good to us,” said Arilee.