Returning to our fort and then on to the Keep to visit our tiger-lady, we amassed more wealth from the merchants tomb, I was gifted a pendant that removed all fear, if there was any to begin with.
Refreshed, we decided to visit the legendary caves where my master met his doom, the crew were eager to explore those that had not been touched.
We passed on one cave with numerous invites in various languages, whatever they said we embellished with suspicion, and envisaged some pitiful tribe who preyed upon the gullible and insane.
Instead, we decided on another with smoke billowing and noxious fumes of charred flesh, as a sure sign it had some worthy occupant we could pillage, however, our plans were thwarted by a magical mist that confused us and continually sent us back to where we entered.
On several attempts we finally encountered a swarm of nasty blood-sucking creatures that we dispatched with ease, one taking a sample of my brave lieutenant's life, but merely scarred, eventually we meandered back out by pure chance and decided to go back to the Fort for recuperation.
A somewhat disappointing haul, unless you value guano, but thankful we escaped the wretched mesmerism and returned to reality. My prayers to Mar Nod questioned the concept of chaos and if it should truly be a spectacle of righteous randomness as we experienced, or just a conflict against the principals of law that desecrate and suffocate the land.