>>6024120An old man croaks in front of you "Orokia." He says, pulling the robes and uncovering a bald head worn by age.
"My chieftain has sent me for he has faith you will treat me fairly." The old man says. "And besides, I fear death not. I have been on this world for too long." He says, leaning forth on his staff. "As for my king, he was cursed, or as some would say, blessed, by the lords of the north, to wander the world slaying in their name. He has, by the deception of a Kurgan sorcerer, earnt his freedom from their will. They wish not tolerate this. As for what awaits us in the mists, it is indeed Fimir."
