The Withered Heath is a barren, burned plain that lies between the two eastern arms of the Ered Mithrin, and was once home to many great dragons. Cold-drakes emerged from the Anvil's crack blackening the skies with their wings and the stones with their breath.
Warning: This quest has a one hour time limit. The timer will begin upon accepting the quest.
'You guessed it, there is no possible way I'm setting foot to ground in the Withered Heath! Cold-drakes, blizzards, freezing temperatures? No thank you, this dwarf will stay in the quiet and relative safety of Skarháld.
'You on the other hand have proven time and time again that you don't run from danger or impossible odds! Could you do this one last thing for me?'
Warning: This quest has a one hour time limit. The timer will begin upon accepting the quest.
You should return to to Stráhek the Stout in Skarháld and let him know of your success in the Withered Heath.