Umbrik Sevenstones

Class: Male, Human, Scholar

What brings you to my humble abode?

A grey-haired old man comes out of the cabin. He must have seen you from a distance. He locks eyes with you.
“What brings you to my humble abode?”

You knock more than once, but nobody answers. Looks like no one’s at home. You keep looking around Orvil some more.

“We are here on the hetman’s orders!”

“You were recommended to us.”

“That’s all very well, but what do I care?” the old man replies.

“Recommended?! For what?”

“We are looking for Hyggelik’s sword.”

“You know a lot of people, don’t you?…”

“That’s nice. So?”

“Of course I know a lot of people, but you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that.”

“You could help us!”

You just stare at him.

“You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. There’s been precious little back-scratching by you folk yet…”

“So what could we do for you?”

“All right then, don’t help us!”

“It’s your call.” the old man turns around and disappears into his cabin.

You leave.

You knock again.

The old man appears in the door frame.
“Ah. Changed your mind, did you?”

“Now, it’s like this. There is a rather scruffy chap terrorizing the whole area, but I can’t do anything about it on my own. He has powers over the fauna, and he drives the poor creatures to attack people. He is dangerous, but you have the numerical superiority…”

“All right, we’ll take care of it.”

“We have no time to waste.”

“Well, I guess I won’t be able to help you either, then.”

“Gorah, that’s the fiend’s name, has settled in a forest clearing by a mountain path not far from here. You have to find the secret sign - three hawthorn bushes in a row. Bring me his rune bone, then I’ll help you.” he says good bye and closes the door.

As you approach the cabin, Umbrik comes towards you.
“Have you got the rune bone?” he asks.

“No.”

“Yes, here it is.”

“Then why are you wasting my time?” he turns and disappears into his cabin.

The old man’s eyes begin to sparkle, as he takes the bone.
“You have no idea, how much help you’ve been!”

“Wait, I prepared something for you!” he goes into his cabin and reappears a short time later with a parchment scroll.

“This is a letter of introduction to Tiomar Swafnildsson in Brendhil. He’s a friend of mine and will help you.”

“Oh yes, I just remembered something else. If you are interested in Hyggelik’s story, you should definitely pay a visit to his direct descendants. There is a great-grandson of his in Angbodirtal. I believe his name is Beorn Hjallasson.”

Once more, Umbrik expresses his thanks.
“Good luck!” then he turns and goes back to his cabin.

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