Thirty silver coins... and that's a significant sum. The hunt for tentacles paid off. Probably... because the mind is really playing tricks.
– Since that's the case... won't you help me, master, with some magical powder and a potion of euthymia? – asked Ottar. – The first will allow me to return to normal right now. And the second will provide protection in the future.
Stronghold... A powerful man... it seems like there's something to be proud of, but it also sounds like a huge problem.