I am a part of the expedition to Snowcloak. Know you that great ice wall that swells like a braggart's tale? There is much danger in those parts, and so 'twas that my group took on sellswords.
However, affrighted by the creatures that stalk the wilderness, they abandoned their posts and fled. Now, what manner of cravenness is this? It beggars all belief!
You leave no stone unturned to complete your mission, they say. What say you? Will you guard the expedition? We are sore in need of a sword arm.
You'll know more from Ourdilic at Snowcloak. Be well, adventurer. Keep my people safe.