Rúdhan is feeling better enough to walk, but he and his wife will need the path north cleared if they are to survive the rest of the journey.
'My leg is well enough now for me to walk, ${PLAYER}, but I am worried about the rest of the journey. You say there is a camp-site to the north-west, where friends will help us as you have done?
'I will entrust my life and that of my wife to you now, my friend, and I hope that trust is not misplaced. Will you go ahead of us and clear a path to this camp, this Gaerond of which you speak? Many are the threats that lurk still ahead of us, and I may not be able to move fast enough to evade them. But if you clear the way, perhaps we will make it.'
Many are the dangerous beasts that remain between the Dunlending refugees and the safety of Gaerond, on the northern border of the Angle of Mitheithel. You have agreed to try and clear a path so they can reach the camp-site in safety.
Rúdhan and Onora have made it safely to Gaerond, but the future unfolds before them with all its mystery and its danger.