Actually, I did, and was told to-
To get lost, I hope. Might be in your best interest to do so.
You must be a poet by trade, mister.
That's sergeant, to you. Sergeant Roich.
Sergeant? Of what army?
Of this here on the table! Satisfied? Now leave me be, I'm busy!
Yeah, I can see that. The mead won't drink itself, right?
You bet your pansy ass it won't!
I chose to help you people. Looking at you, I wonder if it's worth the hassle?
Oh, you're breaking my goddamn heart. Listen, if I wanted something corny, I'd ask Erilla for her crappy bread. So scram.
Good day, SIR! What a ham-fisted tension.
I'm doing some work around the village.
Come on, have a drink! Certain to brighten your mood!
You look ready to be cut off.
Never! C'mon... it's on me! 'Cuz I spilled it! Ha Ha! Get it? I spilled it, so it's on me... ha ha ha!
I should go.
Aw, that's okay. Ha ha! Hey, when you're back, we can take a boat ride! I used to build'em, y'know... boats by Fergus, ain't nothing better in the whole damned swamp. Ha ha!
I say good bye to Fergus and went to look for the smithy.
You're Culainn, aren't you?
Sure am! Culainn the Blacksmith, at your service!
You're pretty far away from your forge.
Came to get some water when the bastard got the jump on me. They don't usually come around here...
I can fix that. But I need lightning to strike the swamp. Aidan told me about the old spire.
Hell, I remember that thing, Aidan brought it a while back. Said maybe I could use it. Turned out the thing only made the monsters come closer to the village. No sense keeping something like that around, so I dragged it out to the swamp and left it there.
Where exactly did you drop it?
Crow's Puddle, southeast of here. Not too deep, just a puddle of mud. But keep a lookout... the freaks are probably crawling all over the place now.
Okay. Thanks, Culainn.
Gotta tell Aidan the bad news.
Sorry to hear that.
Listen, Aidan...
we're running out of time I'm getting bored of this LP. Is there any way you'd consider giving me the amulet?
We've been through this already. What guarantee do I have you'd even bring it back?
I can't promise you'll get your amulet back. But if the village gets overrun, it won't matter. I don't see how you can be so callous about the safety of your neighbors. And your own.
I suppose you're right. Just remember, if you lose it, those same neighbors will starve.
I appreciate this, Aidan.
Don't mention it. I would appreciate it if you'd see that it made its way back into my possession.
Time to take this trinket back to the priest.