The sweet stench of death greets us as we reach Old Owl Well. While the others investigated a small tent, I followed my nose, and found a host of undead labourers, repairing a ruined tower… The perfect workforce! Or, so I initially thought, until they lurched toward me. As I was about to defend myself, their master, a red robed wizard with a necromancy tattoo (ok buddy, we get it…) came out and controlled his mindless minions. The necromancer, named Hamun Kost, explained the he was a scholar, researching and indeed rebuilding the ruined tower at Old Owl Well. Perhaps he would rent out this tireless work force, for our needs rebuilding Tresendar Manor…
Master Kost then asked us to deal with the orcs at Wyvern Tor, one day’s journey through the hills to the south. Since this happened to be what nearly all the people of Phandalin also wanted us to do, and was in fact our next planned destination, we let the wizard believe we were doing this at his request, and would accept his offered reward. We should arrive at Wyvern Tor tomorrow.
Blessed Beshaba, may the odds be ever against our enemies, klaatu barada nikto amen.