We still dinna know where Gaius went, but he lef his house behind. An seein' how he's not using it, and we went ta all the trouble of cleanin out the undead, we figured we just settle in fer a spell.

Wha I really think this place needs is a foodgerator. The kitchen is a good size, 'n the dining hall will do nicely, but it needs a good place to put the rare meats (wink wink). Iffin ya want the meats to really last, what ya need is a good freeze! But Martouk is bein' a bit of an arse about the whole thing. Alla I was askin fer was one good freezin spell. I'll get some dwarf-kin to make a good stone cave, so if we keep the door shut, it'll stay frozen fer a good long time... but nooooo... pointy ears is too good for a "domestic magiks". bah. Let 'is highness make 'is own supper. He's not gettin' my cookin!

At least some o tha locals gave me a hand with cleanin out the kitchen. Skittish things tho. Took 'em all day ta get up tha nerve to tell us that their town was in touble. (These folks give me a bit o the creeps - all bowin in scraping. No self-respect I tell ya.)

We go check it out 'cuz - well, we're jes like that.
And o'COURSE the town is bein over run by zombies... son of a... bleedin... (We ever gonna hunt something livin?!?! Haven't had a decent steak in dogs age...)

By the stone there were a lot o' them. Turns out Gaius visited town 'fore he left, and set up a trap. We ended up barracadin' ourselfs in the Pelor temple while zomblie EVERYTHIN tried ta get in. Twas the only building in town with walls worth a darn. The irony didna escape us.

Twas wonna them magik books at the center o the trouble. The spell boys waved their arms 'n such but could'na undo wha was done. In the end we jest hacked it up. In my experince, that's usually the solution with evil 'n such.

With tha over, Now the gang is talkin of havin Fair or somthin. Sounds like a bit o fun, but I dinna know if these folks would jes hide at the first song. Mebbe with some ale- Did'na I hear tell they make good ale in these parts? Thars the sparkle! A beer tent'll fix a smile on thar faces.

Heh. I think they're callin it Kravaxsaar day... Now there's a feller I'd like to see get a good drunk on. Betcha he belches fire. (oh, 'n Someone made mention of Dwarf tossin. If they try they'll learn isna tha throw they'll regret, it's what'll happen when I land...)

After tha, I wouldna mind iffin we go find us that last Mirti... I know he's not stayin idle while we eat.