A female Fungril has been searching for the group who sank the ‘The Jolly Katari’ for information on the Fungril Necromancer and to ask for help. She found a few members of the guilty group at the Frolicking Flickerfly Inn and approached them nervously. 

While stuttering at first she spat out 

“You see we know that Fungril that was on the ship that sank and he is definitely not our friend. We are scared he was so close to our home. There are things where I come from that are alive when they normally aren’t or dead when they shouldn’t be. It can't be a coincidence that he was here and all these things happening at home.

ANyway there is a small farming community that has been cut off from the Fungril network. They were there one day then gone the next. We Fungril have a way to communicate anywhere and we feel it, everywhere, but we can't feel there. It's like its dead. We fear the worst for the community but none of us will go to that place.

Oh and our farms are normally helped out by little Garlic men. They are almost like little shepherds for our vegetables. Recently they have been very mean and now other vegetables are coming alive. They have personalities… and now some sort of king. He is a nasty one. Seems like they started getting mean and unhelpful when he showed up. We haven’t even been able to get close to that one. Can you see if you can get them working again?”

She gave them directions to meet with her and a trader named Fenwick right outside the East Gate of Ghee at Dawn in two days. Then turned around and ran out the door.