L71. The Sad Hunter

Npc : Border Hunter Bucks
🗺️ : Oblivion Border (x:1080 y:564)

"My son, Rice, went hunting with me for the first time, and a Frost Wolf killed him."

"He always thought I was the best hunter, but I couldn't even save him," said Bucks softly, taking a swig from a flask.

"I am worthless, but I must avenge my son. You can find the Steel Fur Frostwolves and Needle Frostwolves on the mountain in the northeast. Please kill them for me."

"My wife died of an incurable illness, and now my darling boy is gone, too."

"What do I have left?" Bucks asked himself, his unfocused eyes staring straight ahead.

Npc : Border Hunter Bucks
🗺️ : Oblivion Border (x:1080 y:564)

"If I can't even avenge my own son with my own hands, will Rice be ashamed of me?"

"I cannot keep doing this to myself. I must be proactive... do something with my life that Rice would be proud of."

Bucks nodded to himself, the glaze fading from his eyes.

"Thank you for your help. I think I have found my way again."