G'Leina waited patiently at the common room of the Metropolitan. To the south there was a wonderful view of the bluffs of the Ery river, and from this second floor perch the traffic could be seen clearly in each direction.

Gimar	(Indicating the light column of inky black smoke) Over to the left there is my forge.
G'Leina	(making to stand) Oh, Sir Gimar, I didn't hear you come in...
Gimar	Sit, sit. Humbun tells me you have something for me, and frankly I would love to get out of town for a bit.
G'Leina	I have a map here indicating the location of a particularly nasty abomination, and I...
Gimar	Abomination?
G'Leina	Sorry, that's the church lingo again. I believe you would call them the undead.
Gimar	Ah, yes, now I understand. Please go on.
G'Leina	I have this map which indicates the lair of this foul creature, and I would like your assistance in putting together a party to hunt it down and destroy it.

Clearing away a few dishes, G'Leina spread the map out on the table. Gimar gave a low whistle.

G'Leina	What?
Gimar	That's up towards the mistmarsh, a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. I'll contact a few of my sources and hopefully we can get underway in a couple of days.

Locale	Somewhere in the Mistmarsh
Date	4th of Ready'reat, 584 CY (Common Year)
Time	Late Afternoon

The crypt was dark and humid, but it was a suitable base of operations for the time being. The creature once known as Coset Nostrand looks around with a smile on it's thin lips.

Coset

Soon comes the night. Only then do I feast again...

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