“I understand matters of honor,” the frost giantess responded. “Go on your way, I will try to save my people on my own. If you should finish your quest quickly, please come to aid me.”
“Thank you,” Sir Garrett said. “I give you my word that I will do that.”
He didn’t want to take part in her request but she was treating him with honor so he had to give that respect back to her. Most giants liked to intimidate those who were smaller than them but she was dealing with him honestly. If he ended up helping her, it was going to take a lot more time because her people were north and he was heading south.
“My name is Sir Garrett, who do I have the honor of addressing?” Garrett asked the frost giant.
“Brana, high priestess of the Icy Peaks Man Slayers,” Brana answered.
Sir Garrett frowned at the words because the clan had ravaged and destroyed many places along the northern kingdom of Dar but maybe if she was in charge she could change that. He waved goodbye to her and set about continuing his quest for the King. Perhaps he would find there was nothing wrong in the swamps and be able to help her shortly but he doubted it.
The sun was growing intense on his metal armor but he pressed on, feeling a new urgency to complete the task. Trees started to grow thicker as he closed the distance to the swamp. He came to the top of a hill and looked over the expanse of the Dread Swamp. The land had reclaimed all of the city that had once been there. Greenery had covered the ruins so only the occasional lump could be seen in the sea of green. Many an adventurer went in to seek their fortune from the remnants of the ancient kingdom but Sir Garrett had heard of few ever returning from the location. Like many places rumored to have a great treasure there was was more death than treasure but the deaths only seemed to grow the legends.
Last Hope was at the bottom of the hill just before the swamps began in earnest. It was a place where many dangerous beings met to trade. It would be a good place to stop to get the information he needed but his presence was certain to not be welcomed by the residents. He wondered when the last warrior for justice had been here and if they left alive.
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