Thinking of Sissel reminds you of his mother, Strina. The giant weasel's nose starts to quiver as he lifts his head and sniffs the air. He turns swiftly to face you and opens his fearsome mouth full of needle-sharp teeth. He starts to leap at you, thinking you are a goblin from the scent of the goblin cloak you wear.

You waste no time talking but throw the cloak off and step forward. If the weasel is not Sissel, you will surely be eaten, but it is your only hope. "Sissel," you call. "It is I, Brion. Do not attack!"

Slowly the killing fury fades from the weasel's eyes. His shell pink nose sniffs all parts of your body. Emitting a squeal of joy, the weasel nuzzles his huge head into your chest. He is Sissel! When you are able to stop Sissel from joyously licking your face, you convince him to tell you his story. "When Brookmere fell, I was off hunting... Our grief turned to rage when we discovered that the monsters had killed Strina, our mother. The pelt that Frang, Render of Flesh wears as a cloak is that of our mother. Since that day, my family and I have avenged her death by killing as many monsters as possible."

You tell Sissel your story and about Frang's meeting. You decide that it would be best to leave the dungeon quickly and return home. Sissel will retreat and gather his brothers and sisters into an army. Together with the weasels attacking from inside and your father's army waiting outside, Brookmere will be yours once again.