If you remember from last time, Uncle Filbert blundered into the heart of the brigand stronghold and said rude things to them. Instead of gutting him, they took his handkerchief and sent him home. For some reason, I've agreed to help him get it back. Maybe I'm being nice to him because he's a fellow Hobbit. Maybe I'm just an incredible idiot.
Getting to the handkerchief thieves is not easy. I have to go deep into the bandit-infested woods. I have to kill more than a few ruffians on the way.
At last I reach the ruins where they are holding Filbert's frilly nose-blowing aid. This place is going to be a tough nut to crack.
These lot look like hardened criminals.
I slaughter my way in, losing a few quarts of my own blood in the process. These guys must be really attached to the handkerchief to be willing to fight to the death over it. I finally reach their leader.
It's the dastardly Cole Sickleleaf, soon to be renamed, "Cole Knifedlungs".
A little while ago Uncle Filbert came in here and called this guy mean names, and all Cole did was take his hankie. But when I show up he goes right for murder without even trying to take any of my accessories. I guess he just really hates bards or something.