From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 23rd day of Eleint in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.

There has been an urgent calling of the Town Council today. The clamour started early, and His Radiant Servant Tremak had barely finished the dawn sermon when one of the Lowfields, Elwin I think, rushed him politely towards the Bronze Lion Inn, where Tymander Small and Barghest were awaiting. The Council met for some time, and it was lunchtime before they appeared again.

From what His Radiant Servant Tremak has told me, it seems that a wolf has taken the lambs from the Lowfields’ pens outside of Blackengorge. Two had been eaten on the spot, their bones licked clean, and the third had been dragged a little way, but then left, as though the wolf or pack had been disturbed.

Poor old Skillet looked pale – he must have been running around and serving the Council all morning as they discussed the issue.

Barghest has posted guards around the fields, but we are pretty thin on the ground at the moment and will hardly be able to sustain it for long without considerable effort. Still, Barghest says his guards will work all hours to make sure we are all safe, for as long as they are able.

The Lowfields and the Greenwoods have moved most of their livestock inside the town. It’s a little cramped, and even a little noisy, but at least they should be a little safer there.

The Elf Tracker, Gilmorril, has been asked by the council, apparently, to track down the wolf or wolves and see if they can be prevented from attacking the livestock, one way or another.

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