"Turn your back to the trading post and look south. There's an ancient tomb. Look for him there." The old man

"Turn your back to the trading post and look south. There's an ancient tomb. Look for him there." The old man turns and walks away slowly, muttering softly. "Once stolen, the land should be reclaimed... Once reclaimed, bound with the claimer shall it be. Bound, merged, joined by unbreakable ties. Claiming the land, claiming its pain, claiming its death..."