Dangerous Assumptions

Corvak may be mad but even mad plans have a chance of working. He'd figured out some way to lure the troll we're looking for right to us. Aye, almost too good to be true. Before I could get the recipe out of him, he started rambling on about rotting flesh. Didn't make much sense but then again Corvak's type rarely does. Now I suppose the whole thing's lost, but my loyalty lies first to Lord Tchar, and I will do anything to get that Stone to him as quickly as possible! Corvak was working with another crackpot, south of here. Rotscale, the name was. Find him, and punch the recipe out of him if you have to!

Search for Rorrim Rotscale among the trees and brush on the hilly northern outskirts of Trovolek.