Iomedae, please guide the adventurers back home to Falcon’s Hollow. Since they left 3 days ago, another six people of the town have died to the taint. The numbers seem to be increasing.
Furthermore, something is off in town. The sheriff is on edge more than usual, and I don’t know how I can help with the town openly distrusting my guidance and healing. They sneer and mock. I understand they are at their wit’s last end, but something evil has truly descended on the town. It is something more than just the plague.
I saw him again last night. The one who looks like a tall drow with a smirk on his face. He was with the Gavel and his boss Teedum—the muscle and brains of the lumber consortium—and they were speaking in hushed tones. I don’t know what it was, but Teedum looked pale. Gavel Kreed looked as dumb and distant as usual. Since then, I have noticed an increase in number of the consortium’s hired guards in town.
Whatever has Teedum spooked and the actions he is taking should scare me more than I am. But I think I am close to the edge of what I can handle. So Iomedae, I leave it to you to help me survive this. Bring our adventurers home. For all our sakes.