An old woman, carrying a bucket of water, approaches you. She stops moving after every single step, putting the bucket down, gasping for breath and then takes the bucket again to start her next step. None of the bypassers takes any notice of her.Do you * help the woman? * or continue your way? [NAME] takes the bucket, when the old woman just has put it down again and says: “Let me carry the bucket. Just tell me, where to deliver it!” First the woman looks frightened at [NAME], then she pulls her wrinkles to a terrible grimace, which is supposed to be a thankful smile. It nearly lasts an hour, until you manage to deliver the bucket to the old woaman’s hut, which mainly results from the fact, that she hardly moves faster without that bucket. “Accept my thanks, noble heroes!” the woman says in a piping voice, “Since the Orcs came across the Svellt, nobody helps me anymore, just because I have a lot of friends among the dwarves…” “Wait, I’ve got something for you!” says the old woman when you say good-bye to her. A bit ponderous she rummages inside a chest, which holds a lot of stuff. After all she fishes out a mandrake root and, with a beaming smile, puts it into the hand of [NAME].
