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- Perhaps. What is it you do?
- I have nothing to offer you.
- Call me Kudlin, friend. I'm a logger.
- You're looking for work? What about all the trees around?
- Sure, there's trees aplenty. But I only bury my axe in them for coin. No one around here wants to pay when they can do it for free.
- Tyria is filled with trees. I'm sure you could find someone to hire you.
- Have you thought of changing professions?
- I couldn't leave Hoelbrak. It's my home! Where would I go?
- Divinity's Reach perhaps? Or the Black Citadel.
- I wouldn't give up the only thing I know how to do, the only thing I love doing. What would I do to survive?
- What about hunting?
- Would you consider crafting?
- Takes a lot of work to stalk the prey. When you finally sight it, it runs off. I like trees because they don't run.
- Seems lazy.
- If everyone was a hero, nobody would be heroic. Anyway, even heroes need beds and tables. For that, you need wood.
- What about finding work elsewhere?
- You make me sad. I must leave.
- They're nothing compared to Hoelbrak. No, as hard as it is here, I couldn't live anywhere else. But thanks for the advice.
- Well, best of luck to you.
- I had given it a thought, but it requires so much attention to detail. I like logging because it's all about the cut. Once you've mastered that, nothing else matters.
- I'm not sure you're right about that either.
- Come to hear stories of adventure and bravery? Then you've come to the right place. I've told the most exciting tales for nearly fifty years. What do you want to hear?
- Tell me about the battle against Jormag.
- Tell me a tale of heroism and sorrow.
- Tell me about fighting in the face of certain death.
- Here's one. Tell me about yourself.
- I haven't. I was simply stopping to say hello.
- Then you've come to the right place. I've told the most exciting tales for nearly fifty winters. What do you want to hear?
- Tell me a good one.
- I don't wish to bother you any further.
- When Jormag rose from the ice, our people stood like a mighty armored fist against the dragon. Days stretched into nights, and norn threw themselves against the dreaded Ice Dragon.
- I want to hear another.
- Thank you, that was enlightening.
- Hear the tale of Jora, who fought corruption and paid a dreadful price. Three generations ago, the warrior Jora and her brother Svanir face temptation with a dark power.
- Your enemies are shrouded in misery.
- I want to hear another.
- That was great. But I've run out of time for more stories.
- Travan lived sixty years ago, before you were born. One night, on his homestead, he sheltered a pair of wounded humans who were attacked by grawl.
- Regale me with another.
- I've heard enough stories for now.
- My first memory has my father telling stories around a fire. I've heard tales my whole life, and I learned they live forever.
- I want to hear another story.
- That's all I have time for today.
- Jormag cut through the norn, hundreds at a time. In the face of destruction, the Spirits of the Wild led our ancestors south to Hoelbrak, where we live and grow today.
- Tell me another.
- Thanks for the story.
- The grawl followed the blood trail to Travan's lodge. Travan stood between the wounded and the grawl, fighting for hours with bare hands and clenched fists!
- Why didn't he grab his armor and weapons?
- Svanir accepted the dark power, becoming corrupted while Jora fought against it, losing her ability to transform. Jora saw what her brother had become and feared for her people.
- What did she do?