The next morning everyone woke quite early. While the party ate their breakfast I cleaned up the mess on the road by carting the ghouls into the mine and wrapped up the dwarves to put onto the wagon. We soon got on the road heading down the mountain towards Grisal, the thick mountain fog blew about in clumps obscuring any view of the lands below. A day and a half later we were met by a patrol of Dwarvish warriors. I introduced myself and the party to their leader and gave them the bad news about the ghoul attack and their fallen kin. We also explained our purpose for traveling there; a holy quest no less. The Dwarves decided to take the dead with them to a nearby village where they were assumed to hail from. I returned the gold nugget to the patrol, though during our travels, I seem to have pressed the raw gold into the shape of a hammer. The leader of the group seemed pleased that we had been of assistance and suggested we try and contact Captain Bonebasher. 'The good captain will be able to assist in your quest. He probably won't know where to find these robes but will, undoubtedly, know someone that does. Leaving the patrol we pushed on all afternoon and once out of the fog could see the stone fortress in the near distance. We decided to keep pushing on to Grisal but didn't make it until about ten-o-clock that night. The gatekeepers were initially suspicious but once Wrendell explained our quest we were let inside. Wrendell also managed to charm some information on where to find Captain Bonebasher from a strong looking guard. 'He's usually over at the Dented Tankard at this time of night. I could join you there later when I finish my shift.' 'By all means, Yes.' replied Wrendell, glad to make a new friend. Grisal is an impressive sight. The stone worked by so many hands over so many years to build such a place almost glowed with an inner light. This kind of quality masonry is something I aspire to achieve myself, god willing. I can't truly conceive what my creators imagined for me but this must surely have been in mind. Many of the neighbourhoods are warrens carved into solid rock and it was in such a warren we found the Dented Tankard. In a dim smokey corner sat Captain Bonebasher, recounting tales of battle with his comrades and as we approached he stopped his story and glared in our direction. 'What do we have here my boys? I've not seen such an assortment since the travelling circus passed through not five years past.' 'I am Mason Smith, please allow me to introduce my collea...' 'By the Gods! It speaks.' Wrendell stepped forward, ale in hand, 'Now now, Captain, We are not here for your jest. We come on a quest of religious sig... sinif... ' 'Significance,' whispers Eldon. 'ah yes, religious significance. You might be able to help us.' 'Huh. Help you? I didn't get where I am today by offering assistance to every wayfaring fool that happened to cross my path!' 'My good Sir, I have drinks, please let me explain...' Wrendell then went on to offer a brief explanation of how we have battled against the rising evil and that by working together we could van... vank... "vanquish" Vanquish our common enemy. Captain Bonebasher's scowl slowly softened and he replied that he might know someone that could help us, but first we would need to prove ourselves to him. 'Maybe you could prove yourselves. My weekly patrol on the Eastern frontier was overrun. Some of the dead had to be left behind in order for the survivors to escape. I must retrieve these bodies so they may be interred as is proper and right. You will first help me and then I will introduce you to Trehild Shardspike, someone that might have some knowledge about this Sister Adelind . Now bugger off. I am in an important meeting with my esteemed brothers here. Return at sunrise. We have a tough journey ahead of us.' We spent the night in a cramped doss house. The snoring was so bad I had to turn my listening filters off. The next morning we met Bonebasher with his team of hardened warriors and set off with a pack of mules. I tried making smalltalk with them but t hese stern dwarves seemed disinterested in my knowledge of dwarvish culture in Zobeck so I decided to focus my attention on leading the mules. At least my strength could be useful. We had marched for most of the day when one of the dwarves noticed some familiar terrain. 'This is the place. That steep gully up there.' 'Looks like a prime spot for an ambush.' offers Nickolai. The captain calls everyone to pay attention and get the mules ready. Wrendell, myself, and a few dwarves started collecting the bodies. The stench was overpowering though that sort of thing doesn't bother me as much as some. We had a few of the bodies wrapped and tied but Bonebasher was unsettled by the fact that several of the dead he was specifically looking for could not be located. 'I'm sure they were right around here.' His words were barely from his lips when from each end of the road came a shambling horde of undead. 'Ready your axes boys! Things are about to get ugly.' From out of the zombies came charging a more freshly dead creature. Small in stature and wielding a savage axe this seemed to be who Bonebasher was looking for. I brought out my holy symbol and shouted a prayer to the creator to banish those that would besmirch the sanctity of life. My light sent a large group running for the shadows from where they crawled. Meanwhile the rest of the party were battling for their lives. The undead dwarves were a savage foe but we overwhelmed them in the end. The name of Bonbasher's outfit suddenly made sense to me. They call themselves Graveslayers. With that, we collected the rest of the dead dwarves and prepared to return to Grisal. We should be able to get back tonight if we pushed into the night. No one was keen to stay around here though
