[ Amidst the abandoned mines, things are quiet. Even moreso than usual. Not a single beast can be heard. Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.

Amidst the Grhunstubhle foundry, a disturbing pile of corpses lay. What appear to be the entire population of the mines. Be it Rat or Bat, Kobold or Quaggoth, Pig or even a single Deep Malar Beast, Lay strewn in a very large, very bloody pile. Nibblets of Bacon, as well as a puddle of urine, are found in close proximity from what can be best assumed, left by a rather gluttonous man based upon the depth of the footprint, and the food crumbs. No trace of life is left amongst this stone tomb, but the stench of death fills the air. Stale, coppery blood, numerous footprints of what could be a dozen people, as well as signs of disturbance are found, all leading back, as if beasts were dragged from even the depths, to the corpse-pile in the foundry.

Further back, amidst tracks in the dirt that appear to be from draggings of a cloak, and a finely gloved hand, , A small scribble in blood, the deep beasts' by smell, is found]

Moss,

Blood for Blood

Love always-,

Sanctuary