L85. Gift to Azore

Npc : Strong Man Hank
🗺️ : Rebel Base (x:96 y:179)

"My name is Hank. I am just an ordinary man; I make my living shining boots."

"The night the Beastmen attacked, they set the city ablaze, and my wooden hut burned to the ground. My beloved dog Azore didn't get away in time. The fiery roof collapsed on him." Hank began to sob.

"This collar is all I have left of him, and it's badly singed. Can you get a goblin arm band for me so I can make a new collar? I must honor his soul, and I cannot do that properly with this burned collar."

Azore, I miss you with all of my heart, Hank murmured, his hands on the makeshift tombstone.

Npc : Strong Man Hank
🗺️ : Rebel Base (x:96 y:179)

"Thank you so much." Hank took the arm band and quickly wove it into a delicate collar.

"Azore will be very happy to see this collar, too." He managed a sad smile.