Hana'zua

Hana’zua (completion:)

<Hana’zua groans in pain.>

Sarkoth:

Warrior! I thought I would die out here with none to know of it. While I was hunting the scorpids of the the Valley, I came across a particularly vicious-looking one. Hurling myself at it, I managed to inflict a massive blow to its claw before it closed around my leg. 

I wasn't ready for its stinger though, and it sliced down and into my chest, cutting into my flesh and letting my blood. Please, you must kill the scorpid for me! My honor must be upheld! I fought it up on the plateau to the south. 

Sarkoth (incomplete):

Ahhh... my father always said I would never amount to much, and here, lying beneath a tree as life seeps away, I'm afraid it looks like he was right. 

At least I wish to die knowing that my last enemy in life lays dead. 

Sarkoth (complete):

My blow was not enough to kill him, but looking at the damage I inflicted gives me some small measure of pride. That small measure will be all I have to sustain myself if I die, and in that light, the short list of my life's accomplishments fills me with anger. 

Back to the Den:

Seeing the deed you have done for me steels my heart. I cannot fall so easily! I must endure!

But it remains that I cannot make the trek back to our settlement unassisted. Please, Liandrya, return and tell Gornek of my situation. Perhaps he can help me.