The old man's eyes light up. "Someone... someone could help me?" A weak smile crosses his wrinkled face. "Ther

The old man's eyes light up. "Someone... someone could help me?" A weak smile crosses his wrinkled face. "There's still hope? Oh, Erastil protect this man! Thank you! Thank you! I'm leaving right now — I won't let this sickness stop me. As long as my legs will carry me, I'll make it there!"

The old man's eyes light up. "Someone... someone could help me?" A weak smile… — Kingmaker