Grimscale Revenge

So... you cut down the little ones. Good. But that was just the start. Just the bloody surface.

The real nest?where they get big, strong, and deadly?is up north of Lake Kithas. A blasted plateau up there, crawling with the worst of 'em. Grimscale Thrashers. Vicious, clever, fast as lightning. That's where they breed. That's where the heart of this filth festers.

The magistrate calls it a natural cycle. Bah! There's nothing natural about watching your boy scream as beasts tear him to pieces while you're too far to do a damn thing!

If you wipe enough of them out, maybe?just maybe?the mountain patrol will get their heads out of their arses and finish the job.

Slaughter them. Do it for me. Do it for my lad. Do it so no other dwarf has to bury their own flesh and blood.

I'd ride with you if I could, but these old bones can barely swing a tankard, let alone a blade.

Foul beasts.

<Harfig listens closely as you recount the battle. His weathered face softens for the first time. A faint, tired smile creases the edges of his mouth.>

Aye? that's the news I've been needing to hear. You gave 'em hell, didn't you? I can feel it in my chest?like a weight's been lifted, if only a little.

I'll never hold my son again? never hear his laugh echo through the halls?

But thanks to you, some other parent might.