During your breakfast conversation, Gamel the Banksmith approaches your table. The grief of his lost son is clearly weighing on him. The memory of the boy's death on the tree in the Satyr's den is still fresh in your mind. These bouts of sorrow have come and gone since his escape from Bastone and this looks to be a bad one. The distraught man stands over your table, trying his best to compose himself despite the tear in his eye "I… I keep playing that night over and over in my mind," he says. "I see how you look at me. There's something you're not telling me. I need to know. What happened to my son?"