The Great Shame

It burns! What are you starin' at my bum for? It's my beard that burns, you dolt! I was up to my elbows in these foul manling cultists, when I caught a whiff of something burning. I glanced down and my beard was on fire! I'd caught a cinder in it and it smoldered until my beard lit up. Suddenly every manling eye in the battle was on me. Every one of them wanted to be the one to bring me down, and what they called me was so disgraceful it doesn't bear repeating. I had to get out of there, and fast. I'll never live down the spectacle I must have made, beard on fire with a whole manling horde on my tail! I've got to get back to repay my grudge, but I'm waiting on Brunhilda to make a healing ointment for my burns. I asked her to add a little something extra to protect what's left of my beard from any more fiery mishaps. Can you see what's taking her so long?

Seek help from the Dwarf Brunhilda in Lorkinson's Excavation.