Dead Until Dark

Listen, <race>. We face no shortage of troubles here, but I shan't waste your time with mindless errands. Dealing with the pests and beasts that torment our camp is a task I can handle myself.

However, I do require your aid in a matter of greater importance. One of our own, Orvan Darkeye, came to Gilneas in search of the lost tomes of Archmage Ur. Yet, the irony of it all - he himself became lost.

<Deathstalker Alynna's twisted smile conveys her amusement at the situation.>

Your mission is clear: find him, or what little is left of him. Last we heard, he was headed towards Greyshire.

What?

What? That mindless rotbrain thinks I got lost?

<Orvan chuckles darkly>

How amusing. One less pathetic cur to deal with. As you can see, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. But it seems fate has brought you here, and I must admit, I have a need for a servant. And you, my dear, look like a perfect specimen for the job.