Mari and Kzrk managed to drag back the dragon corpse to the cave, but unfortunately Mari suffered a minor back injury from the exertion. She guarded the site while the others returned to the tomb only to find an elven ranger amid combat with reanimated dead. After assisting him, Lukan agreed to assist their endeavor. The next chamber held countless bodies, including one revived by a fierce goblin worshipper of Maglubiyet. They found a half-written letter on him mentioning a Red Hand. Beyond, they finally found Rhys Ironfell’s final resting place. Unfortunately, he and ten of his attendants were not resting peacefully. The reanimated dwarves all attacked the group on sight. After their defeat, the purified spirit of Thane Ironfell thanked them as Tethrin sang a prepared song that constituted a ritual to seal Dwarven tombs that had developed rifts to the Shadowfell.
Successful and with new comrades, the group returned to Red Rock to speak with Darrien, the Wayfinders’ Guild representative.
Darrien disbursed their reward, paid membership fees as an actual adventuring group. (A 500gp VALUE!) Tethrin managed to return enough of her original partner Doublecross that Darrien could return him to life, but with significant Guild debt to repay.
Mari found a lucrative job guarding a caravan bound for Dennovar on the bulletin board of the Guild Outpost and curtly left the group.
The others were tasked by Darrien to deliver the Ironfell Family Records to Bram Ironfell the prior task’s sponsor.
After a surprisingly uneventful trip to Brindol, they met with Ironfell, a member of the Elsir Consortium employed to oversee the construction and setting up of a new local Guild Outpost. He, like many in the town, seemed ambivalent and somewhat intolerant of adventurers in general. After a minimum of social niceties at the Drunken Zombie tavern, he took possession of his book and bid the Wayfinders farewell.
As they settled into the tavern, they noticed members of the Dragonflies gambling near the rear exit. Vonne explained that they were known as the “Locusts” because they took anything of any minimal value on their jobs. They had a reputation as being the least reputable of any groups in the Guild.
Before they could even complete their order to the waitress, hobgoblins burst through the door, menacing the waitress and a pair of local farmers. The Dragonflies left immediately. As more poured through the door, goblins snuck in, lobbing firebombs into the tavern. The Wayfinders dispatched them, and earned the gratitude of Tagrid Ubada, the Drunken Zombie’s proprietor. This gratitude was shown through an agreement for free drinks whenever the Wayfinders visited.
Suddenly a wounded town guard stumbled into the tavern, telling them that an Ogre was coming down the street toward them.