"When the rat-man found the arrow in his door he raised the alarm. I was afraid of being found out before I was ready..."
"Why were you shooting arrows before you were ready?" I ask him. I can't believe I'm giving this advice. Poor Callum must be new to killing. I found it takes a while to get the hang of it, although I was never foolish enough to attack someone in a populated area when they were inside a building and I wasn't ready for a fight. It's a rookie mistake of legendary proportions. Assassins for years will be telling the story of the guy who left his weapon and ran away after he attacked a door with his only arrow.
Callum coughs up a little more blood and continues, "I retreated from the town, but in my flight I startled a boar, and it gored me."
I guess I should point out that there are a lot of dangerous creatures around here. Wolves. Marsh flies. Rabid hops-crazed toads. Crazy quest-giving Hobbits. But no boars.
Callum sticks out his lower lip. "I guess I'm not going to get my revenge now. I'll probably succumb to my wound soon."
Is he giving me the puppy dog eyes? Creepy.
"Well, at least you had the good sense to come here and soak your wound in the bog water," I observe.
"I cannot defend myself so... do whatever you will."
Well, I might be dead inside from all of my murder, greed, and my insatiable appetite for silk clothing, but even I don't have the heart to just off this guy. I guess I'm going to have to walk all the way back to Budgeford. Through the swamp. Again.
"It's a sad tale," Wilimar observes when I give him the news.
"I don't want to rush you or anything," I tell him, "But it's probably safe for you to pull the arrow out of your front door now. I know you're busy and all, but you might want to put that on your to-do list."
"I'm of the mind to help the man, if you're willing," Wilimar says.
Wilimar wants to make some sort of salve for the man's wounds, but (and I hope you can see this coming) he's fresh out of ingredients. He needs prickly broom leaves. That doesn't sound like anything I would want near an open wound, but what do I know? I'm just a lute for hire.
I have to find a prickly broom bush. Like this one:
Wilimar wants four of these things. I guess he's trying to make enough medicine to submerge Callum entirely?