Help the old man

Of course you'll help him. It would be of bad taste to not help a man who saved your life.

"Excelent" The man says. "Here, take my pouch. The cheese is inside already - I was hoping you would help me, after all. Glad to see I wasn't wrong." You have the feeling this is not going to be the last time someone expects you to make their chores, and that it IS going to be the only time there is an actual reason to it.

You take the pouch and thank the old man for the last time before going on your way. Strange, now that you think about it, how he didn't ask your name, nor told you his. Oh well, it's not like you'll meet again, probably. And should that happen, it's not like you can't ask him his name or anything.

In the way to the monastery, you start thinking. And you ask yourself, how it is you know about Garreg Mach without having visited yet? Not just the existance of the monastery per se, but the name of the people that are there, their likes and dislikes, their destinies... And yet, something's odd. Something's different. While you try to think about what is it, you hear a shout.

"Oi! Stop right there!" You turn to see a man dressed in fur armor, holding an axe. "Yer money or yer life!"

"I-I don't have any money"

"Well then, yer life it is then!" The man lounges at you!