Reclaiming the Moonwell

The tribe is broken, their strength scattered to the winds. Now is the time to reclaim what is ours?the moonwell must not remain steeped in their stench.

Their so-called leader, Arkod the White, likely struts around the sacred waters even now, desecrating what remains of its guardians. Once, he was a devout servant of Ursol... one of the bear god?s most revered clerics.

Curious, isn?t it? To fall so far. One must wonder what blasphemy earned him Ursol?s silence.

End him. Sever the head of their corruption and bring it to me. Without him, the tribe will crumble?and I will cleanse the moonwell of their filth once and for all.

Be wary, <class>. He is a formidable enemy.

So... it is done. A necessary task, and performed adequately.

<He pauses, gaze drifting toward the tainted moonwell, voice lowering with unease.>

And yet... a shadow lingers in my thoughts.

What if Ursol himself has fallen? What if the silence is not from disdain, but from madness... corruption?

<His tone grows cold, edged with quiet alarm.>

A dangerous thought. One I dare not entertain lightly. The Archdruid must hear of this.

You have my thanks for your... assistance. May the winds carry you far from this cursed place.