We sailed across the bay, beached upon the shore and were greated by foul creatures and mishap. Now we have entered the cliffs and battle our bloody way through dark halls that moan a song of dread. This room to room searching may be the doom of us all. So far there are few clues to the whereabouts of our quarry. Nought greets us but more danger and evil creatures who offer no welcome save death by their claws, teeth and weapons. We have gleaned some treasure from these halls. The sword I fractured through my own clumsiness has been replaced with another of some finer craftsmanship and charmed with power to wit. It has proven itself worthy against werekin already.
I pray our party remains strong together and that we prevail to escape these woefull halls and find our quarry soon! I have other business to attend to that must not wait forever and dying in this place does not figure in my plans.