Tiredly you walk through the snow. The sunlight burns in your eyes, so you
almost miss the old man who stands in front of a snow dune and frowns.

"Wait" he says and shocked by the sudden voice you stop. "Who are you?" the
man asks. You tell him your name. "What are you doing here?" The man sounds
angry. "This is not a good place for you!" His face is old, deep furrows
draw through his weathered skin. Framed by almost silver hair, his whole
appearance is alien to you. "Why?" you ask him. He only shakes his head.

"Don't you know where you are?" he asks. "This is Noldarur, the place of
the final slaughter between the armies of men and the forces of Drekh'Nar."
You remember your history lessons. "In Noldarur the Traitor had stolen the
sword "Northdoom". Then he handed it to the Drekh'Nar, centuries ago."

"At least you know something" the old man admits."  But did you know that
this act of betrayal happened seven days ago?"

You understand: The portal must have been a portal through time. "I am a
guard of time. I protect the entrances and exits, and I have seen so much in
all these centuries." The man harrumphs. "I know about your mission. You
want to find the sword? Well, I won't hinder you, but I also won't help you."
