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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kaodi" data-source="post: 5813593" data-attributes="member: 1231">Nalden Rhey's expression turns from a small smile to a small from. "Not so loud, guys," he says, glancing around. "Come with me to my house. I'll explain once we're inside." None of you detect any deception in him. Only an eagerness to move somewhere more private. Nalden escorts you a short distance through the village to his cottage, a small stone afair. It is not particularly ostentatious, though it is of better construction than most of the houses in Mayelkur (and the region, for that matter). While you walk you can see that Mayelkur seems to be a fairly average farming community. There are about thirty to fourty cottages of various sizes and construction clustered together, with a number of barns and other buildings on the outskirts. To the north you spot a path leading away from the village. No one is using it, and you suspect it might be the way towards the cemetery.Once in side, Nalden closes the door and the windows, and makes as much room for you as he can at his small table. After finding a place to sit down himself he begins his tale. "Not too long ago our most illustrious citizen, Harad Granthum, died," says Nalden. "He was pretty old, mind you, life didn't owe him much. It had been many years since he had retired from the army, and in the end he went pretty quietly, in his sleep one night. So, respecting his past deeds and status around these parts, we put together as good a funeral as can be expecting out here in the countryside. The Granthums are and old, old family, and over the years they had put together a decent family crypt over in the cemetery. But when the funeral procession approached, a small company blocked the way. Took us a moment to realize they weren't among the living. They sort of had a bluish glow to 'em, and they were all bones and battered armour. And they were having none of this funeral. One of 'em seemed to be in charge, by his stature he was probably a dwarf in life, and he said in this raspy voice "We will never allow Harad Granthum to rest in peace! Attempt passage, and ye shall perish." As you can imagine, we high-tailed it out of there. We were at something of a loss at what to do, so we stowed Granthum's coffin back in his old house, and sat on it. Then another fellow died, Murgon Curlick, and while we got him ready too, no one left here is brave enough to go back to the graveyard to bury him."Nalden Rhey takes a break to breathe for a moment, then adds, "You know, I am pleasantly surprised to see that Vileema sent you fellows down here to help us. Not saying that I doubt her heart is in the right place or anything, but she has her own problems in town, and I cannot imagine it was a small task to put a group like you guys together around here."</blockquote>

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