A Lost Keepsake

Oh dear, I've got a problem here... I was invited to work in the capital as the winner of the Police Officer's National Singing Championship. It was supposed to be a promotion, but what kind of promotion can you call being sent to the worst district of Nezebgrad?

You should have seen how I was attacked by those Orcs. They beat me up and stole my ceremonial dagger, which was given to me as an award for winning the singing competition! Those scoundrels! Their leader was called Brentback the Crafty - he was a real thug.

So here I am, standing in the street and wondering what to do next. I can't tell my new coworkers - they'll just laugh at me. Everyone's already laughing at me, asking me to sing. If I tell them about this...

Can you help me? You're the Imperial Survivor, aren't you? They say that you're the only one who emerged unscathed from the Kanian ambush! I'm sure you could beat them. Help me get my dagger back.

That dagger is very dear to me. I hope you can find it.

Yes, that's it! Oh dear, they've already managed to scratch it and blunt the blade. I hope they didn't use my little dagger for any shady business.

How can I thank you? Would you like me to sing for you? I could sing you my favorite victory song! 'Our service is dangerous and tough! And while at first it goes unnoticed...'