For Her

Here, take a closer look, us Wildhammer have a certain technique on how to sew the feathers to the headdress. Ye can't learn this anywhere else. They're passed down from generation to generation...

<You watch Doran sew the feathers to the headdress. He looks more distressed than before, but is very diligent and graceful with both framing and feathers.>

Aight, this is how a real Wildhammer headdress is crafted, if yer were a fledgling ye'd take this to yer first gryphon ridin' lesson. Wearin' it while yer bondin' to yer gryphon is a magical moment in the life of any adolescent Wildhammer. I still remember mine like it was yesterday. Ya, like yesterday...

<Doran pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath.>

I'm sorry, friend. I told ye this is fer ye, but would ye be kind enough to put the headdress on a grave on Aerie Peak's graveyard? It is the tombstone between the rune-marked trees, to yer right as ye enter.

If ye could do this fer me, this ole dwarf would be forever in yer debt.

This must be the gravestone Doran told you about.

<You place the headdress on the tombstone. Its inscription says: "Dulin Steelwing - Beloved son of Doran and Sigrun. May your gryphon take you to the greatest heights.">