Thank you for bringing me the ring. It will always remind me of my dear Addamarys.

Yes, of course. You are right. Thank you for your words of consolation, %PCName. The Three have blessed you with wisdom, compassion, and courage unlike which I've ever encountered in any outlander. I have learned a great deal from you. Here. I had this brought from the armory. It is my war-spear. I want you to have it. Thanks to you, I have no use for it anymore. Though I am still in mourning, I am sure that one day I will find -- like I pray my dear Addamarys has found -- peace.

My faith in their divine will hasn't faltered. But I am a mortal and I am prone to mortal sorrows. My grief and pain might be insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but they are all I can think about right now, while the machinations of gods seem cold and distant to me.

That is indeed what is written in the Book of Dawn and Dusk. But how am I supposed to count only the happy hours when those moments of happiness remind me of how they ended in terrible grief?

Hidden. Indeed. Pardon me, but I must be frank with you. I am not some illiterate Velothi who believes everything they are told. To say that the meaning of life is hidden, like some treasure chest in the desert, is to me either the answer of a coward or that of a charlatan. You are neither. You are a priest of the Temple. Please. Give me a straight answer.

Yes, yes, of course. There is wisdom in your words. Cruel wisdom and harsh, but wisdom nonetheless. Thank you for this conversation, %PCName. You are truly unlike any outlander I've ever encountered. I have learned a great deal from you. Here. I had this brought from the armory. It is my war-spear. I want you to have it. Thanks to you, I have no use for it anymore. Though I am still in mourning, I am sure that one day I will find peace, even if it means confronting and accepting my own insignificance.

Those are bitter words, outlander, but the world does indeed feel like that right now. If I had the freedom of being a commoner and not a lord of House Indoril, I would curse my fate and curse the gods. But I will hold my tongue not to shame my ancestors. Please take this coin for your trouble and leave me now. I wish to grieve in peace.

But the pain that I am feeling is real, outlander. It's not an illusion. What purpose does it serve? It must have some purpose.

I find that hard to believe. Everything seems so hopeless right now.

That is a grave thing to say to someone who has lost a loved one, outlander. How can we live our lives... how can you live your life, if that is true?

You must have. Someone must have. Please, just tell me what you think.

I have put my faith in them all my life. I've followed their teachings, studied their mysteries. And yet I feel none of it has prepared me for what I'm facing now. It all seems so cruel, so pointless. What meaning does anything in life have when it's all destined to vanish like ashes in the wind? When love is doomed to end in mortal grief?

What you truly mean by that is that in time his memory will fade away. Time does not heal, outlander. It erases. It seems so cruel... so pointless. What meaning does anything in life have when it's all destined to vanish like ashes in the wind? When love is doomed to end in mortal grief?

I do not know what has become of his spirit. I have tried to commune with my departed ancestors, but they have given me no answer. I hope that the winds will guide Addamarys on Veloth's Path to Necrom. But in the end it matters not. The veil between the mortal world and the world beyond is at once like a window of glass and a wall of iron. I am alive, and he is dead. I will not see him again, not the way I used to.

I suppose I was expecting this moment to feel different. I had hoped that getting the ring would, somehow, heal me. That having an object to remember Addamarys by would put an end to the pain, that there would be closure. But now that I have it, I do not feel any different, any better... There's still a chasm in my chest. A sickening void.

Of course, outlander. I mustn't trouble you anymore. Here's some gold for your trouble.

[%Name takes the ring from your hand. He is obviously deeply moved, and puts it gently on his finger.] I thank you for finding his ring for me, outlander. It's strange. I was expecting something else.

You would understand how important the ring is to me if you knew him as I did.

Addamarys had a unique ring. It is precious to me now that he himself is gone. Find the ring for me. Please.

Why are you asking about it?

Dro'Qosha knows that there's a shallow grave under the guard platform southwest from here. It's on an island in the small lake. Look for Addamarys and his ring there. Dro'Qosha thinks you might need a shovel.

You're looking for the dead fool's ring? I reckon it's in the grave with him. We buried him under the guard platform on the small island to the south. Go dig him up if you want the ring back.