"I have," Tarric nodded gravely. "In the service of Radagast, and yes, quite some time ago. I find it... difficult to think on directly though. The darkness gathers, and--" he paused, struggling to put it into words that somewhat make sense when spoken out loud. "I feel sometimes it sees me when I try."
His hand, still linked with Olwinne's, tightened briefly. "You should know, it is hard to remember that time. Some of what I remember has since been proven false. Some things I do not remember have been found true. Pieces of that time are missing. I will do my best, but I fear my knowledge is... not entirely reliable."
"I was not there, on that trip," Olwinne spoke to take some of the burden of words from her husband. "We were not yet wed at that time -- I was still trying to get the oblivious lug to stand still long enough for me to ask." She bumped shoulders with him at the joke that sounded well-worn with repetition. Tarric smiled warmly at the reminder. "But I was one of those that helped bring him back afterward. I can use an axe, and he's survived me patching him up all these years since, so I think I can be useful."
"Between Olwinne's axe and my claws, we will seek out Dol Goldur and reveal its secrets," Tarric vowed. "If we discover what truly happened all that time ago, so much the better. Our efforts are committed to this cause."
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Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
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