We're about to leave. Mok just takes forever to adjust his britches.

That thing got stuck deep. I couldn't pull it out by myself. Mok loves watching people struggle, though, so it stays.

Talk to Mok. Visiting here was his idea.

We're about to leave.

Haw haw, that must have taken a lot out of you! Alright, we'll head back to Old Ebonheart.

Give me the axe and we'll talk.

Alright, alright. As long as you'll leave us alone afterwards. Hmm... why not a little test of strength? Yaga and I were sparring, but she got a little carried away. Now her axe is stuck in that tree over there. It'll take some tugging, but if you're strong enough, you'll manage. Bring the axe over and maybe we'll talk about leaving.

That doesn't sound good. Maybe we should leave, then. Thanks for the warning. Come on, Yaga. Let's get out of here.

What a story! Does he also wield a mace of godly virtue that cracks open boulders?

Yeah. So? We're legionnaires, not smokeskin lickspittle. Why should we care what a bunch of Dark Elves think?

Okay, bye.

Time for some violence. Yaga, to arms!

I already told you, we're not leaving because of some impotent witchhunter. Don't you have someone else to pester?

Yeah. This is a shrine to Lord Malacath. Me and Yaga are paying our respects to him.

You and those despicable cultists will both get what you deserve before long.

I'm glad the rumors weren't true. Dondril has enough problems already.

Thank you again, %PCName. In your hands, those throwing stars will carry out swift justice.

Thank you for bringing them to justice. When I was much younger, Indoril nobles paid me to hunt vampires hiding under forest canopies. It's important to keep your distance from those bloodsuckers, so these throwing stars were my mainstay. I'm unlikely to pick up that work again, so you should have them instead.

You mean they're not dead? B'vek, what were you thinking? I sent you there to kill them, idiot! Gah... I should have expected this. You outlanders do everything the wrong way.

Well, that's good news. Thank you for looking, %PCName. Here, take some drakes for the road.

So you visited Hadrumnibibi. What did you find?

Good luck on your search.

Oh, so you already took care of them. How efficient! Here, take these. I used to use ones like them for hunting vampires.

Don't worry about it, outlander. I'll find a way.

Hmmm... I'd appreciate that, outlander. If you see any cultists, kill them. If they're allowed to live, more and more Orcs will pile into the ruin and Dondril will have a serious problem. Hadrumnibibi is southwest of here. I'll mark it on your map.

It's just a pile of Malacath's old stones, but I've heard rumors that cultists moved in recently. Malacath worshippers are usually Orcs, united by their cursed bloodline and passion for carnage. They must be killed, or Dondril will suffer. I'd look for them, but after countless years of fighting the wicked, my ability isn't what it used to be. I'd be foolish to confront them, so right now I'm at an impasse.

Why would I know anything about that? There is an ancient shrine on my property, but any ties to my family are false. I have always been a penitent follower of the Tribunal. I have always commanded my daughter stay away from that accursed shrine. [Garvs sighs.] She must have disobeyed me. That must have caused her sickness. Stay away from the shrine, %PCName. It brings ill omen.