Dear Sister

It is best not to love, it only brings pain to the heart. That witch elf across the road may be right in that regard. Love makes us soft... it is only through bloodshed that we become strong. First Lina left me for that plague cult, and then my dear sister Anselma marched off with the Raven Host to seek greater glory and plunder, and no doubt a mate, in the Empire. And she left with hardly any clothes on her back. This is not the way of our people. What would mother think? It falls upon me as her older half-brother to look after her. I've got some coin if you can help me. There are some great cats up in the hills, they have a tough hide that would serve my sister well.

Search the foothills of the Desolate Plain for Sabretusk great cats and kill them until you find a suitable hide for Yaromir. Return to Mirek Yaromir in Trollhaugen when you have found the right hide.