Male 1: I have to go alone.
Male 2: Ha ha! The tales be true! A rider has come to the realm!
Male 1: Not another one.
Male 2: You're the Nephilim . . . the one they call Death. How did you get here?
Male 1: Took a wrong turn. It appears I'm stranded here with the rest of you.
Male 2: If you seek the Cauldron, you should know that it fell to Corruption fair long ago. I can still feel the fire itself rumbling deep in the earth.
Male 1: I'll take my chances. Your shaman has offered me a talisman, if I bring her the materials.
Male 2: You'd be wise to accept, then! Her craft is mighty powerful.
Male 1: Where do I find Stalker's Bone?
Male 2: You'll find Stalkers prowling the Cauldron. Should be simple work, if your name is any indication!
Male 1: You're different than the others. Less pleasant on the eyes, for one.
Male 2: Heh! I could say no less for you! Folks around town call me pup or lad. But I prefer my own name . . . Karn.
Male 1: "Pup" it is, then.
Male 2: As you will . . . matters not to me.
Male 1: Why not restore the fire yourself?
Male 2: I came here just for that purpose - figured I'd pop the cork, so to speak - be the hero. But the Cauldron is locked up well and tight, and the way through swallowed by fire. You look capable enough - perhaps you can find a way. I'll wait here and guard the entrance.