*Posted in docks and inns to cities serving Dragon Isles area*
Dear Halfling lass who lost her family in the minotaur cave on Dragon Isle,
In your terrible grief over the loss of your family and friends, you fled the scene into the woods and I was unable to tell you the story of how we came to find them in the condition that you saw.
First I would like to share my deepest sympathies that we were unable to rescue your family from the clutches of the minotaurs that inhabit that nasty hole in the ground.
You came to us out of nowhere in the deepest woods by the cave, asking for our assistance and we rendered it as best we could. Being only I and my priestly companion Lucia Drake..
It was a nasty fight to the bottom of the cave, the issue was nearly in doubt several times as we cleaved our way through them in a desperate attempt to get to your family in time.
As we hacked the minotaur chieftan down, and his body fell at our feet. We sensed something was not right.. we saw a glow behind a rock. I went around it and unfortunately found your family already on the spit.
I know these are hard details to hear, which is why I told you not to look at the bodies.. the condition that they were in. But I thought that deserved to know that we did the best we could.
After that, I hefted your family and bore them upon my own shoulders.. heaving with the weight, and we managed to hack our way back out, the minotaurs by this time quite angry at having thier meal stolen from them. They bellowed and cursed us as thieves.. apparently it never entered thier dull minds that these creatures had family and were not mere meat to be placed on a spit.
I wanted you to know that your family was buried on the hill next to the cave, facing the rising orb. And my priestess comrade provided the full blessings necessary to appease the Gods and allow your family to rest in peace.
My deepest sympathies to you dear lass on the loss,
Ragnar Ogresbane
