Neverwinter Forest what did you bury

When the gruff voice of Scimitar reached his ears, Njal pretended at first not to hear it. He understood them and readied a reply, but he didn't feel much like speaking. A long silence spanned between them. It was not hostile - maybe a little brooding, but not meant to offend. Likely just the somber attitude of an old man who was too tired to even think, let alone have a proper conversation.

He eventually cleared his throat, and shrugged one shoulder lazily; it popped as if to protest this strange movement. I have enough, Njal murmured plainly, his voice nearly a sigh, hardly the stern timbre he once carried within himself. More will do me no good. His golden gaze flit to Scimitar, and he watched him in return, but his eyes were soft and tired. The children are the future. They are important. 

The implication there was pretty clear.