'This is the tale, ${RACE}, and may it...rot your innards slowly. If you are a friend to he who...decorated this glade, it will...bring you no comfort.'

Zerlúk bares his teeth in a grin.

'I was with Uglúk's company of Isengarders, and my orders...were to capture halflings. \qAlive, unspoiled, and unsearched,\q it was. I asked no questions, and no one with sense would have either. Orders was orders.

'We found...two of the little worms! They bit, they did, and stabbed at us with sharp knives. Killed some of us, not far from here, but some of the boys picked them up...they struggled, but they had no strength. We made it...to this glade, when....'

Zerlúk's body is wracked by another fit of coughing.

Zerlúk is in the Dead Orc Glade, in the middle of giving you his account of what happened there.

Objectives

• Talk to Zerlúk