Prince Farondis: Your quest for the Tidestone… it intrigues me. More than that, it sults my needs quite well. I have been in need of a champion for a very, very long time. It is decided, then, I shall join you. We will have to head east, through Nar’thalas. Shall we depart?
Escort Prince Farondis to the Ruins of Nar’thalas.
Prince Farondis: I am taking my leave, nightwatchers… though I doubt you will miss me. Stay close, (name). Do not leave my side. Hmm. How long has this road been flooded? I must have the groundskeepers attend to it. (Name)? Where are you going?
Nar’thalas Citizen: You have some nerve showing your face around here.
(Nar’thalas Citizen spits.)
Prince Farondis: I… I am sorry. Look out!
Nar’thalas Citizen: You did this to us, Farondis.
Prince Farondis: I only did what I thought was right. Gah! Whatch out!
Nightwatcher Thaldrys: Hold right there. We will not let you into Nar’thalas again. Not after what happened last time.
Prince Farondis: I beg your forgiveness, Thaldrys.
Nightwatcher Thaldrys: You sundered the land we called home. You denied us the release of death. Ten thousand years of damnation for ten thousand elves. All because your foolish alliances and botched politics.
Prince Farondis: What can I do to make amends?
Nightwatcher Thaldrys: I doubt there’s anything you can do now, prince.
Prince Farondis: Perhaps this was a mistake.
Trailing the Tidestone