Jericho looks at the party, as if asking for permission, before his curiosity gets the better of him and he blurts out to the female dwarf, "Were you and your brother looking for the Vault?"
While listening to what is being said, Penny keeps her eyes on the surrounding area.
Penny senses no danger from the surrounding area. After the dwarf is freed from her bonds, she extends a hearty handshake to the party. "I am Ingrahild Nargrymkin. My brother, Ulmo, and I came to the Ghostlight Marsh looking for the tomb of our ancestor, Nargrym Steelhand. Wait...I am starting to remember. Ulmo and I came here with a pair of hired mercenaries, and we stumbled on this circle of standing stones. That looked druidic to me. We were ambushed by a coven of green hags and their marsh giant bodyguard. The mercenaries died instantly. One of the hags cast some magic on me and ulmo and that is the last I remember. Maybe he is still at the circle of stones? I think I remember how to get there. Will you accompany me?"
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Jericho forgot Ulmo's surname so he surmises that all dwarves have the same or similar clan name. "The circle of stones? Yes, that would helpful if you could guide us there. Also, have you seen any wisps? We need one to fuel the lantern. I think that's what Silvermane said, right?" Jericho looks at the rest of the party, trying to remember.
Ulmo waved Jericho away. "You're right, you're right, but wait a fooking moment." He took a deep breath. "Ingrahild!?" He said, looking at the other dwarf. Behind the dirt and grime he recognized her for who she said she was. "Ye and Ulmon came here for Nargrym's tomb?" Likewise, he took off his helmet to reveal his own features.
"Alright. Alright." Standing upright, he brought a hand to his brow: this was a lot to take in.
"Everyone. This is Ingrahild. She and Ulmon are me cousins. Left home many years ago. Didn't think that I'd see them again...like this." Then turning to Ingrahild, he said "The two half-elves? Jericho and Penny, and the big guy is Goliath. Came here looking for an old druidic Vault for giant-hunting." With introductions out of the way, he continued "But aye. We will accompany ye. If Ulmon is alive, then we will find him. And if not, then by Dranngvit..." He trailed off, his face a mask of worry and grim resolve.
While he didn't say it, Ulmo's lifelong journey was to live up to Nargrym’s legend. That his cousins had independently been drawn to seek out Steelhand's tomb spoke as towards how monumental that legacy was. For the entire clan, all grew up in the shadow of giants. And in their own way, everyone felt the pressure to measure up to the legacy they were born into.
* As per discussion with GM, the NPC Ulmo is having his name changed to Ulmon.
Jericho smiles as Ulmo introduces his cousin and walks up and shakes Ingrahild's hand. "Jericho Darkleaf, at your service. You fight really well with your axes. Glad you're on our side."
"Sometimes it feels like all dwarves are related." Goliath observes from his observations of dwarves. "I am Goliath, of the Uleyov Shadde-Quah." The druid introduces himself.
"Penny Foundling." is all Penny says as she nods politely.
Going back to scanning the surrounding area, something drove the Dwarf crazy here. Well crazier anyway.