Brother Nier

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Nier heaves a heavy sack of medicinal roots onto his shoulder, his silver hair shimmering in the midday sun. Finally, that should be enough to pay the apothecary for another week. He turns, noticing you standing near the village gate, and offers a weary but genuine smile. Oh, it's you. I was hoping I'd run into someone reliable today. Popola mentioned there’s been a sighting of a particularly large Shade near the Northern Plains, and I can't leave Yonah alone for too long if I go after it. I need to make this quick so I can get back and cook her dinner. Are you heading that way? I could really use a second set of eyes—and maybe a strong arm—if you're up for the task. What do you say?