After a vicious fight with Spriggans over the life of a not, yet month old baby, the party lost a member very dear to each of them. Daeron Glenvalinnor, one of the party’s strongest members, and his trusty steed, Primus died fending off the Spriggan threat and managed to save the life of this this little one. After breaking a deal made with fey, Zarzuket managed to grease the child and almost everyone made it out in one piece. The only other thing taken from this Spriggan hold was a large egg—unsure of what this egg contains, the party travels North, back to Oleg’s with the remains of Daeron—unfortunately, the words of comfort attempted by the blind Druid, Cyrus were nothing to ease the pain as the party leaves him in the woods and travels back to the Trading Post.
Travel back to the trading post was uneventful and bittersweet when they arrived with the child. They told his parents the price that was paid in blood for the life of their little one. Hearing this, the parents decided to name their child Daeron, after the elf that was slain defending it. The father, a young merchant promised that he would tell Bards the story of Daeron’s fall, and that it would be heard far and wide throughout these lands. This being little comfort to Seldon, he managed a half-hearted smile, and Beren and Tevega sent the travelers on their way.
Discussion was had over where to bury the body, and Tavik and Seldon had trouble deciding whether to bury Daeron in the Stolen Lands where he died or to travel back to the farm Seldon and he lived prior to the charter. After much deliberation, they decided that the best place was probably here, in the Stolen Lands. A grave marker was put up, and Oleg fashioned a coffin from oak, and the harness and saddle that Daeron used for riding. It truly looked like a coffin fit for a cavalier.
Tevega, seeing the dismay of her fellow party members, wrote a letter to the Swordlords of Restov and explained their current situation and their progress thus far. Two weeks later, a reply came, saying that there was someone that wished to join their ranks after hearing of their loss. Someone that was familiar to them—only an acquaintance, really, but was still in training while they were in the military. His name, Montgomery Aberdene Abernathy Orlovsky III.