The Miller's Other Son
Group: Lord of the Rings · Tag: bree_miller_son2 · Priority: Lowest
| ID | Journal text | Awarded by | Items granted | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Han the Bree Miller has a second grief: his other son, Dob, took his brother's death hard and fell in with a rough crowd trading down the Tharbad road -- and word in Bree says they are no traders at all, but cultists of the Red Eye. Han begged me to find his boy and bring him home, or at least bring back the truth of him. | q_mos2_start | — | |
| 2 | A peddler at Tharbad Bridge has seen the boy: he is with Red Eye cultists camped in the ruins east of the bridge, kept close by their leader -- a man they call the Voice. That is no company for a miller's son. | q_mos2_point | — | |
| 3 | I talked the Voice of the Red Eye down -- whatever hold he had over Dob, my words broke it. The boy is running home to Bree ahead of me. Han will want to hear of this. | q_mos2_free | — | |
| 4 | The Voice of the Red Eye would not give the boy up, so I answered him in steel. Dob is cut loose from the cult camp and on the road home to Bree. Han will want to hear of this. | q_mos2_death | — | |
| 5 | I found Dob among the cultists east of Tharbad -- and I left him there. Perhaps some folk cannot be saved; perhaps I simply chose not to try. Either way, Han deserves to hear it from me. | q_mos2_leave | — | |
| 6 | final | Dob came home to Bree, footsore and ashamed, and Han paid me from the ale money -- and threw in the trading pack that was to be the boy's. There will be a keg with my name on it come harvest. | q_mos2_end1 | Magic Bag |
| 7 | final | I told Han the truth: his boy chose the Red Eye over the mill. He did not weep this time. Some griefs are colder than a grave. | q_mos2_end2 | — |