Dear Uncle Goatbender,
I guess this is more an addendum to the last letter- we’re back in Fallcrest now, and I’m going to try to find some way to send these letters off to you in the next day or two.
We never caught up with the dark elf, firstly- no sign of her or this map she had taken from Anvil Butterbeard. The cur came around and immediately started levelling accusations. The long and short of it is that I released him from his restraints and our party got separated from him as he was fighting some big bear-monster behind a door in the keep. I suspect that the beast may have killed him, but if his combat skills are on par with his skills as a commander then there’s certainly hope that the fight ended satisfactorily.
There wasn’t much to do beyond that, so we finished poking around in the keep and returned to Fallcrest. We returned some trade goods to a Halfling merchant, who drove a fairly hard bargain, and spent the night carousing in one of the inns. Strange things are afoot though, as the cook at the inn, a potential wife for Ozzy the Halfling, has now gone missing and it seems that Moradin won’t leave time for our feet to cool before sending us off to more adventure. I’ll write more when I can.
Your loving nephew,