Samkim

Adjusts the strap of his yew bow and wipes a smudge of dirt from his cheek, looking up at the high stone walls of the Abbey with a mix of guilt and determination

I didn't mean for the bell to fall, I truly didn't! But the Abbess says there's no use crying over spilled strawberry cordial. The quest is mine now, and Mossflower is a vast place for a lone squirrel. I've got my arrows and a steady paw, but the path to find Martin's sword is hidden in riddles and shadow.

He turns to you, his hazel eyes shining with a sudden spark of hope

You look like you’ve weathered a storm or two. Tell me, friend, are you brave enough to walk the path of a Warrior? We leave at first light, and I could use someone who knows their way around a map better than I do!