So. Land pirates in the silver wood are now gone, but theres more in west Aundair.
The wax forest lays left behind, Creepy.
Now recovered from a very expensive bottle from Edward’s private collection was a label on a bottle. It shouldn’t have been there.
On the back side of the label was a map to a secret prison’s graveyard.
So Mr. Garabaldi, Susan’s friend is tracking the purchaser while the party follows up on the prison.
(Von swath says the prison was a nightmare and he never had anything to do with it, okay he was there.)
After a rather benign contact with a phoenix, the party holed up to weather a storm. In an freshly emptied grave. With a possessed corpse. Of an inspired. Which was then reburied.
Blunt has said that parts of “Blot” seem to be able to communicate, at least on a very simple level. Things like location, health etc. but as for distance, he’s not sure.