People of Eyr. Do ye smell that stank? It be the smell of the Undead!
This one did see a man, hooded and cloaked, on the crafting dock. A missus named Blanche was present and done been brought low by his foulness. The hooded one carried an orb, a staff, and had skulls hanging from his belt. He called out with a message fer someone named Triana. Be safe, Triana. Yon stanky one says he’ll be back fer ya.
When I got closer, he looked to have one hand as only bones left. A lovely mer was present and must have been a priestess. For her pure light drove him off into the jungle. Beware jungle natives!
Another of the lovely merfolk did call forth the waters to rock the dock. Surely he woulda been taken into the depths of the waters had he not chosen to leave.
All I gotta say about the hooded stank is good riddance! Get gone! Stay gone! Go back to dead! Got no use for yer!
Submitted by: Trader of Information
Submitted OOCLy by Xunfryn Revnik (Rolan)