As Moat House Gold escapes from Major Gaskill’s estate we leave a haunting scene behind us as a gruesome hag cackles while high above the manor airships descend from a fog bank illuminated in the flames of an inferno fueled by ancient manuscripts set a blaze by my hand, the Burnt Lich Knight. Stebe may have all of Fearun believe that misfortune follows us wherever we go but the truth is destruction is our calling card. While we ransacked Rococo’s museum for ill gotten treasure the unsuspecting guest cowered in the amphitheater below soothed only by Gaskill’s lies. The evil forces hidden inside Rococo have corrupted Erasmus into taking part in our looting, but I can be corrupted no further for I have seen far worse than Father Bentham spewing spiders from his gut. I was reborn from flames stronger and now so will Moat House Gold and the people of Nashkel. As glowing eyes peer from the dark impeding our escape from Rococo I can feel Moat House Gold’s unseen enemies’ glare turn towards us as well and I for one welcome it.