4 Mirtul 1502 D.R.

Another odd one today. I received a message requesting the services of an herbalist. I... am not that. Nevertheless, I was sent. So was Bri, who is also very much not an herbalist. Thankfully, Solia was also called upon.

When we arrived... how shall I put this.

Our client, a woman in Shining Falls, wished us to collect zombie-making flowers that grow on the corpses of undead. They consume... you know what? The specifics are not important. We were hired to collect these horrid flowers and offered a tidy sum for the job. We accepted.

So we struck off, more or less aimlessly, into the woods. Soon, we came across a battlefield: many goblin bodies, and two giants as well. The latter stood back up to kill us when we started poking around, so we put them back down. Then we obliterated the goblin corpses for good measure. We collected, also, a number of the flowers we sought.

Continuing on our way by following a trail of corpses and skeletons, we eventually come upon a dark cottage, occupied by a vicious hag so seemed to know far too much about all of us. We did our best to negotiate, but she was not in a negotiating mood. She strung us along for a time, and then commenced hostilities. We destroyed her and her flaming-skull familiars, raided her house, and gathered absolutely all of the flowers we could carry and destroyed the rest.

Our client was pleased with the haul, and paid us accordingly.

-- Yashir adh Rumahr