*Addressed to, Yaston, Sharina, Jack Galenson, Ulrik, Christophan-Warrick.*

This letter will be sent to you in duplicate by scribe,


On the previous day, I encountered a group defiling the resting-grounds of the dead in Benwick.

Amongst these were none other than the following men, and beings: Ray Rodgers, Another man dressed in scarlet and red, believed to be of divine persuasions, Talbot, a tiefling female horned whom was ensorcled in stoneskin, a companion of Talbot. There was also a man dressed in red garb who went by the name of 'Leo' present.

They were intending to defile and murdered in this place of rest and mourning. Apparently, they were underway with an attempt to recover a warded body within these walls; for what purposes I know not. The man of divine persuasions is a summoner of the vile undead, and there shall likely be blood of his quite present in the soil just north of the Ruins of the Temple of the Grey Judge, on the path to the Salandran temple. The entire lot seem to have cast their dice together. After much time battling these beings, I was forced for the health of my companions, to withdraw as too many liabilities led to a draw with the nefarious, and cowardly tactics of Ray Rodgers.

I suggest that you all look into this matter with the utmost haste and due diligence, as I am personally indisposed, with maladies of the soul and must further attend it, if you need speak to me, you may contact me via Speedy-post, or in person if you find me.

One 'Lady Dawn' Blue haired woman, skittish would know more, oft seen in Cordor, she is concerned, and ill-ready to speak of such words, and the deeds she fears undertaken by such men, fearful of her life. Such things should be drawn to the light of day, and she questioned.

*At the end of the document, there is a single mark, a dragon's head wreathed in flame, in dark-red ink. A single word following it, in red ink as well, struck through with a single black line.*

Rras

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

*Yaston frowns as he reads it*

The grave of Vaylek...