(an excerpt from the journal of Gavenot Rizzlan)
I continue to travel with the group I met in Selgaunt. Though I am not fond of the idea, I suppose we have fallen into the role of “adventurers.” Esmund seems to revel in this and has indeed continued to seek out opportunities to place us in harm’s way. While the rest of us were in the catacomb below Palegaunt, he was busy navigating the social circles above. Admittedly, I would feel truly at odds with myself in such situations.
Esmund’s exploits garnered the knowledge of a missing missionary of Oghma and we set out once more along the southern road towards Pentworth to find her. (It seems the fates have destined us to this area, in this frozen hell, for some time.) Our investigations revealed another missing soul, this one a local boy, and led us to a frozen lake, an ominous cave, and sets of disturbing tracks. I think we all quickly came to the conclusion that we would find neither of the lost ones alive. What we found instead was a creature I thought to be a mere myth… a 5-headed hydra! And on this day, in this cave, we would emerge neither victorious, nor whole. Both Breen and Esmund fell quickly to an onslaught of powerful, snapping maws… and Esmund would not survive.