Jurge Torfinsson
Class: Male, Human, Thorwaler
You again! Did you find out what you want?
“Hello, what can I do for you?” a young fellow of maybe 25 [N] years opens the door.
“Nothing much…”
“Are you Jurge Torfinsson?”
“Fine. You can just leave then!”
with a loud bang, the door slams shut in your faces.“You again! Did you find out what you want?”
“Yes, yes. Are you Jurge Torfinsson?”
“Actually, no.”
“Yes, I am. But what do you want from me?!”
“We are here on the hetman’s orders.”
“You are a relative of Hyggelik’s…”
He casts his glance over your group and seems to think for a moment, as if sizing you up before saying.
“Hmm, well, why don’t you come in.”
after entering the house, he offers you seats by the table and some premian brandy.You knock again.
You leave the rude fellow alone.
Once inside he offers you seats at the table and brings out some premian brandy.
“Why are you looking for me?”“The hetman sent you? That’s interesting. What for?”
“We are looking for Hyggelik’s sword.”
“That’s a secret!”
“I might be able to help you, but how do I know you were really sent by the hetman? How can I be sure that you’re not spies acting for those godforsaken orcs?”
“I can’t help you, if you won’t tell me anything!”
You remain silent.
“Ah well, that’s your problem - bring me a letter from the hetman, and we’ll continue our conversation.”
“Don’t you trust us?”
“We could get you a letter…”
“To be honest, no. Anybody could claim to have been sent by the hetman. But let me make a suggestion: it’s not that far to Thorwal. Return with a letter from him and I’ll not hesitate to help you!”
He stands up and accompanies you as far as the door.
“You do that! It’s not that far to Thorwal. Return with a letter from him, and I’ll not hesitate to help you!”
“Not really. My great-grandmother was Hyggelik’s bride, but what is it to you?”
“Well, we’re looking for Grimring.”
“That’s for Thorwalians only - the hetman will have to decide on that! If you can get a letter from him, i’m quite willing to help you, but without it, you’ll just have to manage on your own!”
“Ah, it’s you! Did you get the letter?”
“No, but we thought…”
“Yes, here it is!” you show him the parchment.”
“I don’t care what you thought - go away! You’ll get my help only when you have the letter.”
Jurge doesn’t bandy words and slams the door in your faces.“You really did get it - and here I thought you were just trying to impress me! Come in!!”
he offers you seats by the table and pours some premian brandy.“Would you believe it - a letter by the hetman himself! Wait a moment…”
he goes to another room and returns a bit later with a yellowed scrap of parchment.“I inherited this from my great-grandmother Bryda, but unfortunately, I can’t make head nor tail of it. Looks like a treasure map. If you think it’s of any use you may keep it.
some strange trader - what was his name?… Kollborn or something - tried to buy it from me a while ago, but you don’t just sell family heirlooms like that.
a letter from the hetman - now, that’s a different matter altogether!”“Thank you, that’s a great help!”
“No, forget it.”
“Pity, and I thought you might have some use for this. Well, maybe I can help you in some other way.”
You get out the map fragments you have gathered before and fit in Jurge’s parchment.
You stare at the parchment.
“But I know more!” says Jurge.
“I know some people who are sure to know something which will help you.”
“Yasma Thinmarsdotter in Thoss, Ragna Firunjasdotter in Vidsand.”
“Swafnhild Egilsdotter, though she’s rarely on land, and Algrid Trondesdotter, who lives in Hjalsingor.”
“Now then, let me think. No, that’s all I know, but I’d say, if you try there, you will find out something. Anyway, I wish you all the best on your endeavor. May the gods be with you!… ah yes, when you get back to Thorwal, give the hetman my best!”
“We have a letter from the hetman!”
You put the letter on the table.
“You do!! - and here I thought you were full of… oh never mind.”“Wait! We do have the letter!!”
You leave.
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