An ancient parrot flew to the noticeboard, planting a note upon it,

My wagon was attacked, leaving broken wheels laying about. The creature has fled after a tough fight—I am not gravely injured, though I am most definitely unable to continue without assistance. It ate my draught animal, so I am stranded.

I do not know when this creature will return, but I do know my time is numbered. Come soon and I will reward those that help me back to the Underhaven.

Below, a sketch was provided as to their approximate whereabouts