Antharon
My name is Antharon. I know my way around these parts - and around Lowangen, too. It's nice to have company on the way there with all those blackpelts hanging around making the roads unsafe.
There's a traveler sitting by the wayside having a snack of bread and heard sausage. When he sees you approach, he gives a friendly wave.
“My name is Antharon. I know my way around these parts - and around Lowangen, too. It's nice to have company on the way there with all those blackpelts hanging around making the roads unsafe.” After a short meal, you continue your travels alongside Antharon.
“We should take the road to the southeast. It's a detour, that's true, but we'd walk right into the orcish army if we were to follow the Svellt,” Antharon chimes in when he seems you looking for the right path to take.