My son, Rice, went hunting with me for the first time, and a Frost Wolf killed him.
He always thought I was the best hunter, but I couldn't even save him, said Bucks softly, taking a swig from a flask.
I am worthless, but I must avenge my son. You can find the Steel Fur Frostwolves and Needle Frostwolves on the mountain in the northeast. Please kill them for me.
My wife died of an incurable illness, and now my darling boy is gone, too.
What do I have left? Bucks asked himself, his unfocused eyes staring straight ahead.