I'm Rog. I specialise in logistics and planning. I don't know how you've survived out here on your own, but I'll do what I can to support you with my supply skills! From the back. Far from combat.
I'm Rog. Tujen said you'd be heading this way! Said you're educated, ambitious. You're gonna fight for what's right, I just know it. I specialise in logistics and planning, so I'm happy to support you with my supply skills. Care to check out some of my deals?
I'm Rog. I specialise in logistics and planning. I don't know how you've survived out here on your own, but I'll do what I can to support you with my supply skills! From the back. Far from combat.
I'm Rog. I specialise in logistics and planning. I don't know how you've survived out here on your own, but I'll do what I can to support you with my supply skills! From the back. Far from combat.
I'm Rog. Gwennen said you'd be heading this way! Said you've got quite the moves. You're the kind of man that faces monsters with bravery and skill, are you? I prefer to avoid fighting, myself. This continent is fraught with danger. I specialise in logistics and planning, so I'm happy to support your fighting with my supply skills. Care to check out some of my deals?
I'm Rog. I specialise in logistics and planning. I don't know how you've survived out here on your own, but I'll do what I can to support you with my supply skills! From the back. Far from combat.
I'm Rog. I specialise in logistics and planning. I don't know how you've survived out here on your own, but I'll do what I can to support you with my supply skills! From the back. Far from combat.
I am bound by honour to discover the fate of Uhtred and the Order of the Chalice. I'll trade you for any relics that you find with their marks and runes. They were the primary priesthood and religious order that went with the initial ships to Wraeclast. They interpreted the stars and the workings of mysterious forces, such as alchemy, machinery, and runes. I've always wanted to join the Order. I quite like the idea of spending my days sequestered in a laboratory doing research.
Thousands of years ago, the last news coming back to the homeland painted Uhtred in quite the negative light. Some called him a traitor, but the details were sparse and confused. I'm here to clear his name... or condemn him. The truth stands above all.
It certainly sounds like Uhtred was indeed a traitor, but I feel like the story is not yet complete. Before I send word of this back home, would you find out the rest, Exile? It's... a matter of importance to me.
Uhtred has finally been put to rest? I understand. If nothing else, we've ended the suffering of one of our ancient heroes. I am descended from Owen, the son Uhtred sent back for safety, so it lifts my heart to know one of my ancestors is not out in the darkness continuing to suffer.
If Uhtred did not have the Triskelion Flame, then he was not a traitor. He performed many questionable acts, sure, but from what I can tell, they were done for the right reasons. I will send what you have gathered back to the homeland to ensure his name is honoured, not scorned.
Thank you, friend. You've illuminated a piece of our history... my history, in fact. I am descended from Owen, the son Uhtred sent back for safety. You've washed clean a black mark on our lineage. This may change the balance of power back home...
Dannig told us that you encountered Olroth and defeated him together! A battle for the ages, no doubt!
However, I remain confused. If Uhtred didn't have the Triskelion Flame, then Olroth must have been the one to steal it. Dannig insists the Flame was not with Olroth, so... who took it? Who burned the boats and sailed away on that final fateful day? Something's off. I don't like this feeling, Exile. It leaves me with the ominous sense that there was someone—or something—moving through these events without leaving a trail... it reminds me that we have but small scraps of the true picture, and that our history is only what we tell each other it is. We have not unearthed the truth, merely a truth, and I am left shaken and isolated from my forebears.
He's as loyal a friend as you'll ever find. He would never admit this, but all his scars and injuries are the result of diving in to take a blow for one of us. By all rights, Gwennen should be half-mauled, and I should be missing a leg... but Tujen leapt between. I only feel safe enough to do my job because he's around.
Our charismatic leader is a man worthy of his position. He takes the front, the lead. I prefer to support things from a safe distance, and he, great man that he is, lets me do it. I've been on my fair share of quests and campaigns, and they keep trying to arm me and train me for fighting, telling me it was the only way I would find renown... but I aim to be the world's first famous supplymaster. That Rog, they'll say, he brought food and drink and equipment forth so promptly and so consistently, it amazed the warriors on both sides and helped win the day. Dannig tells me that this is a worthy dream to pursue. He's a good friend.
Oh... I... please don't ask me about him. He is King of the Kalguur, and there are honours and levels of respect that he is due... should we speak of him. If we disrespect him... he'll know.
One of my local contacts found some catalytic dust, but he died on the way back, so I don't know what kind it is. Shall we attempt to better your jewellery? Can't ruin it... I think.