Concern for Mankrik

I would ask a favor of you, ‹class›. A warrior named Mankrik passed through our camp not long ago, on a lonely journey. His wife was killed by the quilboar, long ago, and he still seeks revenge. I cannot forget his eyes...burning with inconsolable hatred, every waking moment. We did not talk long, but I cannot bear to think of him out there alone. Please, bring this to Mankrik, and tell him it is from me...