It was while traveling from Metcalf that I first encountered a traveling troup and enthralled them with the daring tails of our stay in Cragwitch and further adventurers. The fact that they were undead had little impact on their obvious good taste. I mean, after all, only the piquante taste of a little gnome’s vital fluids appeared to satisfy their hunger. I wonder if years of voracious consumption of Vole Bitters Best has given my blood a distinct flavor?

It was a shame they all had to die.

Margou 6 – Trek to the Coast