Is that the name of this poor young man?

I can't tell you how grateful I am that you've found Tindalos. You've made the life of a grieving father a little less miserable.

The priests tell me that Tindalos' body is likely gone forever. Why would the Nine inflict this upon us?

Please, %PCName. Find my child, my son.

Please, %PCName. Find my child, my son.

What? Am I sure? Of course I am. I saw my boy with my own two eyes. I don't see how it would help your investigation, but if you insist, I will open it. After this I'm leaving and Tindalos is coming with me! Now, stand back while I open the coffin.

Do you want me to open the coffin and check it? I will not disturb my son's body!

Please leave me to grieve in peace.

He came to this accursed province with the Legion. I never encouraged him to join the ranks, never had to. The boy had his mind set on adventure. Now I've come to bring my boy back home. It's a hideous thing, %PCName, a hideous thing to have to bury one's child.