"That I am, that I am..." The old man sighs, nodding at his folded hands. Looking up, he spots your sword. It is not at all impressive, but a flicker of hope still lights up his face. "Say," he begins, hesitantly. "You wouldn't know how to use that, would you? M-my daughter... Rose... She was to marry..."<br/><br/>Overwhelmed with grief, Jormund buries his face in his hands. He raises his head again. Tears are glistening in his grey eyes. "Will you help me find her?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.trojwymiar.radiosar.pl/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/linebreak.png"><img alt="Image" src="http://www.trojwymiar.radiosar.pl/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/linebreak.png" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div><br/><span style="font-family: Miriam Fixed;">⇒ New character entry: Jormund<br/>⇒ New character entry: Rose</span>