Sick and tired of that Goblin stalking you around? Sick and tired of stepping into that pile of Rothe-Dung? Sick and tired of not finding that trap? That passage you-know-is-there, but covered under miles of dust?

I bring you the antidote. My fellow Sanctuarians, not without the needed amount of blood, sweat and tears I now present you a helm invented by the great inventor Sickfrigh the Seventh. The helm sells for 1250 gold. Leave word for Tristan Noyre at the Last Stand-inn.

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