You decided to seek your own path away from this confrontation. As you step back, a sudden rift tears open in the ground, engulfing the malevolent being and the black wolf in its depths. Brynjólfr's staff pulses with energy as he turns towards you, gratitude flickering in his eyes for your choice. The clearing falls silent, eerie shadows dancing on the edges of your vision.
Before you stands Brynjólfr, his hood concealing his face but radiating an aura of ancient power. 'The evil is banished for now,' he intones. 'But more darkness lurks ahead. Will you join me on the treacherous path or forge your own way?'