Tiomar Swafnildsson
Class: Male, Human
Did you want to see me?
There is a sign with the words “Tiomar Swafnildsson” beside the door. Just as you are about to knock, a man of approximately 35 [N] years opens the door.
“Did you want to see me?”There is a sign with the words “Tiomar Swafnildsson” beside the door. You knock, but there seems to be nobody home.
“Yes, if you are Tiomar.”
“No, we were just passing.”
“Oh, I thought…” the man disappears behind the house and goes back inside through the front door a short time later.
“That I am, and what do you want?”
“We are here on the hetman’s orders!”
“You are a relative of Hyggelik’s, aren’t you?”
“We have a letter for you here.”
“Let’s see,” he says with a grim expression on his face. He takes the parchment Umbrik Sevenstones gave you and opens it. As his eyes scan the lines, his face brightens.
“Well, well, old Umbrik’s still alive, is he? And he even gave you a letter of introduction. Do come in!”“We just wanted to give you the letter.”
“Oh, thanks for the invitation.”
“You’re joking! Come in!”
He offers you seats, gets a jug with premian brandy and sits down next to you.
“So… Umbrik tells me in his letter that you’re looking for Hyggelik’s missing sword. Well, I hope I can be of help.”Before you can answer, he stands up and disappears to another room. When he returns, he is carrying a piece of parchment.
“It’s an old heirloom from Hyggelik’s time - supposed to be a treasure map or something of the sort.”You look it over.
“You can have it. It’s no use without the other fragments, anyway.”
“Thank you very much!”
“Thank you, do you know some more?”
“That’s not all! I know a few people who should know something about Hyggelik’s story.”
“But of course! Old Tiomar wasn’t born yesterday! I know of a number of people who should be able to tell you about Hyggelik!”
“So much for that! Now for some fun. Will you join me?”
“No, thank you, we really are in a hurry.”
“Certainly, you only live once.”
“What a pity! I don’t get many visitors, but if it’s that urgent, I won’t stop you.” he accompanies you as far as the door and bids you farewell.
“One more for the road”, Tiomar says an hour later.
The premian brandy is working its magic on [NAME]. [NAME] is starting to blab on uncontrollably.
“No, I’m not a relative of Hyggelik’s, just of Trutzke’s, who was Hyggelik’s best friend - why do you ask?”
“We are looking for his sword.”
“We are here on the hetman’s orders!”
“Ah, I bet you’re supposed to find Hyggelik’s sword - a lot of people have tried, but nobody ever succeeded!”
“You want to find Hyggelik’s sword? A lot of people have tried to do that already, but no one ever did succeed!”
“All right, I’ll help you as well as I can. I just happen to know some people who may have information about Hyggelik.”
“Or you could ask Umbrik Sevenstones in Orvil. The old man’s a friend of mine, and he knows a lot of people…”
“Thank you for your help.”
“Thank you, is that all you know?”
“Don’t mention it - and good luck. You’ll need it.” he says good bye and shuts the door.
He hesitates. “Yes, maybe. I’ve got this heirloom of Hyggelik’s, but I won’t give it to you unless you can show me a recommendation by someone I trust.”
“Thank you, anyway. You were a great help.”
“We’ll get one, believe it.”
“Good luck, you’ll need it.” he says good bye and shuts the door.
You knock loudly. It takes quite a while until Tiomar opens up.
“Oh, it’s you,” he yawns, obviously not expecting too much.
“Have you got a letter of recommendation?”“Sure!”
“What else?”
You are still looking at the map.
When you reach his house, he hesitates.
“Now, what exactly do you want from me?”
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