Nerask

"Hail, fair traveler. What can I, Nerask, do for you? I know that you present little threat to me for I have heard whispers and rumors about strangers who would help us. I am naught but a poor serf without a [master]."

"My master, Patorav, was a great man . . . A wise and kind one, he was. Now I am all alone for I am guilty of betraying his trust during the times of darkness. When the Muramites came he protected me by hiding me amongst some rubble, but I should have protected him . . . Should have done something. My master was so kind to me. Please do me a favor so that I may serve him one last time. I need to gather my master's favorite [belongings] to give his soul peace, but as a poor serf I stand little chance of doing so."

"I have much of my master's old clothes that I think will be good for you. As it befits our customs, we pay respects to our dead by honoring their deeds and favorite things. I have clothes for your [head], [arms], [wrists], [hands], [chest], [legs], and [feet] that I will give to you if you return his favorite items that were stolen from his home after he was taken away."

"My master used to have a walking stick that he took on many journeys with him. He told me that it contained a jewel at the top of the staff that was the essence of a whispering spirit which would guide him on his long journeys. I do not know where my master got the stick from as he had it long before I entered into his service. Please return his walking stick to me as it truly was one of his most-favored possessions. I will also need two small bars of Nashtar berry soap so I may clean and preserve it as I once used to. Do this and I shall give you an enchanted cap befitting a dragorn elder."

"After my master was taken away with many of our other nobles and elders, his house was ransacked by all manner of foul Muramite. One such being took a locket that was given to my master by his father that was in a special pouch. This pouch was no doubt also stolen for the embossing it contained. It was truly fine work indeed. Bring me this pouch so I may retrieve my master's locket from within it and I will give you some fine cloth sleeves that my master wore when performing his duties as a dragorn elder. In addition, I will need two spools of Balemoon silk thread which I will use to size the sleeves to you."

"My master used to work with Rurof the Negotiator . . . yes, the very same Rurof that struck a deal with the riftseekers to close the portal that had appeared in the Bloodfields. So on that appointed day, when our remaining forces marched upon the Muramite force stationed near the portal, a bloody battle ensued. Though our valiant warriors were vastly outnumbered, their courage and skill allowed them to turn the tide against the invaders. Then the portal collapsed and exploded, destroying everything in its path — Muramites and dragorns. We are not sure why this happened, but I think we were betrayed by the riftseekers. Bring back one of these riftseeker hearts and two riftseeker trinkets so I know we have struck back at them. Do this and I will give you an enchanted cloth bracer that befits a dragorn elder such as my master."

"My master had a famous nephew by the name of Makyah. He was also known as Makyah the Fierce, one my people's most celebrated warriors. He fell during a tremendous battle against the Muramites and to honor him, one of my master's last wishes was to recover his axe. I will give you a pair of enchanted cloth gloves if you find me this axe and two Kuuan whetstones so I may honor Makyah, and thus my master."