Our investigations led us to the Hambley farm, where we discovered that a pack of ghouls had attacked, slaughtering most of the farmers. After we dealt with the ghouls and rescued the survivors, we had an unexpected encounter on the road.

The Janderhoff branch of my clan, after having been informed of my disappearance, sent a search party to retrieve me, including a small army of guards and three clan higher-ups. I barely convinced my clan elders to allow me to continue my travels, arguing that I was adding more tales to the history of dwarvenkind.

After exchanging some parting words with my clan elders, we headed for Foxglove Manor. There’s something wrong about this place.