Mikkon
Please leave me be, Erulian.
Alright.
We have enough troubles here already.{^n}{^n}We don't need an Erulian in the midst.
Alright.
Did you find anything?
Where should I look?
Dessmir was taken by the Bloodbound, I'm sure of it.{^n}{^n}If you are headed into the Dread Wastes, please see if he is still alive in one of their pens.
I'll keep an eye out.
Not yet.
So you're the Erulian that's been making their way north?{^n}{^n}You are actually planning to enter the Dread Wastes?
Yes. Why?
I...I'm going to be honest with you. The thought of asking an Erulian for aid sickens me, but our hopes dwindle by the day.{^n}{^n}When our son, Dessmir, disappeared one night, we figured maybe he wandered into the nearby woods. But when we found no sign of him, our hearts sank at the only other possibility: the Bloodbound.{^n}{^n}Those blood drinkers have been known to abduct children in the past in order to indoctrinate them into their ranks. There is a chance Dessmir still lives, but he must be in the Dread Wastes. We came here to look for him ourselves, but the wayfinders will not let us pass under strict orders from the High Chieftain. If you are heading into the wastes, please... find our son. We'll pay any price.
I will do what I can.
I'm sorry, I cannot.
I'm sorry. I can't talk right now.
We have enough troubles here already.{^n}{^n}We don't need an Erulian in the midst.
Alright.
