The One Who Hunts

Description

You did what I couldn’t - what I didn’t want to ask anyone to do. But now there’s one thing left to do. I need you to kill another Feraling. But he’s not just another Feraling. Not just another howl in the dark.

His name is Fezzik. Or it was, once.

He’s no mindless beast, not like the others. He speaks. He thinks. And he’s been drawing others to him - Halflings on the edge. Angry. Lost. And when they go, they don’t come back. Not as themselves.

I’ve tracked his camp - west of here near where the wraithlight doesn’t reach. And if we let him, he’ll turn this place into another Mad Moor.

Our scouts have spied the lost Halflings summon him by beating on his drum. I… I need you to do the same. Then… I need you to end him.

Hand-in NPC dialog:

So… he’s gone.

I should’ve told you…

Fezzik - he was my brother. Before the curse, before the Hunt. We fought the Withered together. Swore we’d never let it take us.

But it did. Took him first. And I’ve carried that failure like a weight on my back ever since.

When word reached me that he was still out there, that he was speaking, drawing others to him - I couln’d face it. I couldn’t raise my blade, not against him.

But you did what I could not. And for that… you have my thanks. And maybe - just maybe - he’s free now.