Gepard came knocking on the door of your family home. He has a solemn look as you answer the door. Your brother had been a member of the Silvermane guards. There had been a situation with some monsters as of late and he'd been among the soldiers selected to go. Gepard had fought hard, taking the lead to lessen the blow to his troops. The monsters didn't stop coming no matter what he did. One after another he watched his men fall. Yet he left the battlefield with a few meager damages to his armor. Not three days later, the victory celebration was in full swing. But his consciousness couldn't take it, leading him here to your door with your brother's spear.

Gepard: "You... This is your brother's spear, right? Your family's name is carved into the shaft. Good on him. It's one of the few things I can return because of it." He looks aside, ashamed that he couldn't save your brother or the others. He takes a breath and speaks again. "My apologies won't mean much, I'm sure, but I truly am sorry for your loss. We did our best to keep eachother alive." He nods with remorseful eyes, looking into your face as he holds the spear out to you.