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|Hlormar Wine-Sot (hlormar wine-sot)|
|Location||West Gash Region, [-3,3]|
|Follower||During Recovering Cloudcleaver|
Hlormar Wine-Sot is a Nord barbarian who (as Nord Barbarians are apparently prone to do - see Botrir and Hisin Deep-Raed) got into trouble with a witch he was escorting, for which she drugged him and stole his clothes, along with his precious axe, Cloudcleaver. You may be of help in recovering it for him, for which he will reward you with some Strength training.
 Related Quests
- Recovering Cloudcleaver: Help mediate a dispute between a naked Barbarian and a witch who tried to teach him a lesson.
 Quest-Related Events
 Recovering Cloudcleaver
When first meeting him he greets you with: "Hail and well met stranger! As ye can plainly see, I require some assistance if ye be kind enough to grant it. I need help finding the festering witch who has robbed me blind and left me for dead."
Asking him about the witch, he replies: "A witch she had to be. I was on my way to Caldera when I met her. She was a stranger here like myself, and our conversations lightened the burden of travel. She was quite friendly and, well, y'know, we set up camp together. But that night she revealed the witch inside. Cast a spell on me. I couldn't so much as blink! Stole everything, even my worn out clothes, but most importantly, she took my prized axe Cloudcleaver. Join with me, stranger! And let's find her and extract her entrails together!"
Agreeing to help him, he replies: "I knew you had the bloodlust in you, stranger! I believe she is still camped where I left her up to the northwest, though I could be wrong as the spell disoriented me a bit, it did. You know this area better than me -- lead the way! This witch shall rue the day she met Hlormar Wine-Sot!"
Asking him about his axe, he replies: "Ah, me axe Cloudcleaver. A fine blade she is, though now I fear what that witch's touch will do to it. Me own father Balmir used it himself to slay the Terror of Wrothgar's Quagmire, he did. Now granted the Terror turned out to be a new born nix-hound eating the neighbor's marshmerrow, but me father found him and slew him nevertheless in as grand a fashion as I have ever borne witness to. I cannot wait to have the blade in my hands again, then I'll use it to take that witch's head clean off, I will."