Mykola Skoven
Stop by any time, lowlander.
Fekk is dead, by the way.
You went back for him? Great news!{^n}{^n}I hope the old man is stomping out his underdeveloped brains beyond the veil for all eternity.{^n}{^n}Here is a little extra for making me smile.
Thank you. Farewell.
Farewell.
I don't know who you are or why you're here, but don't have time for it right now.
Sorry to bother you.
Is that the sloshing of mead casks I hear?{^n}{^n}You actually pulled it off?
Here is the mead, as promised.
You actually did it. I'm at a loss for words.{^n}{^n}Did you do that bloated flea bag Fekk in too or skulk past them?
Just the mead, sorry.
Now, I'm not usually one to cheer for bloodshed, but I would've raised a toast if you'd managed to skewer that overgrown lout for what he did to my father. Still, I get it. He's a walking avalanche with bad breath.{^n}{^n}At least the mead's back, and we can get back to doing what we do best -- fermenting joy in a bottle and pretending everything's fine.
Yeah, he was too strong for me. Farewell.
Fekk won't be troubling you anymore.
Good. I hope the old man is stomping out his underdeveloped brains beyond the veil for all eternity.{^n}{^n}With the mead returned, I can afford to pay you for the trouble, but here is a little extra for making me smile.
Thank you. Farewell.
I'll be right back.
Back already?{^n}{^n}Did you have any luck finding that rotworm for brains that made off with our mead?
I found Fekk's den.
Great, so...why are you here?
I think you meant thank you...
I missed your charming way with words.
I'll get to it.
I will get your mead back.
I'll get to it when I can.
Back already?{^n}{^n}Did you have any luck finding that rotten worm for brains that made off with our mead?
Where should I be looking?
I'm not sure where Fekk and the other dung chewers made off to, but we saw them coming from north of here.
I'll search up there.
No luck yet.
I'll get to it when I can.
I don't know who you are or why you're here, but I don't have time for it right now.
Maybe I could help?
Unless you are volunteering to track down the giants that rampaged through my meadery and butchered my father, then I suggest you move along, stranger.
Tell me what happened.
...Really?{^n}{^n}Giants are simple-minded brutes, but they've usually kept to the mountain peaks until recently. We're not sure what stirred them up.{^n}{^n}One we call Fekk had been seen roaming the valley aimlessly in the last few weeks, but yesterday he went on a full-on rampage with the rest of his dung chewing ilk.{^n}{^n}The giants stormed through our meadery, drank us dry and crushed my poor father when he tried to stand his ground. Poor old bastard. He will be gravely missed.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Yeah...well, what might sting more in the end is the mead the giants made off with. I'm all for revenge, but if we don't get some of the shipment back, the meadery will be in serious trouble.{^n}{^n}My hands are tied here with repairs, and the garrison in Kurnhold is already stretched thin. You genuinely seem to want to help, so if you want to track Fekk back to his den and recover some of the stolen mead, I might even be able to crack a smile. I don't know where they're hiding now, but the attack came from the north.
I will recover your lost mead.
Actually, I've changed my mind.
Is this the mead?

Good luck with that.
Good luck with that.
Sorry to bother you.
