From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 8th day of Nightal in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.

A few days have passed since the attack by the goblins on the Feast of the Moon. Fortunately there have been no repetitions of the incident in the meantime. However, Robin Drakesmellow, one of the younger of the guards, took a very nasty cut to his leg which is yet to heal.

It seemed inocuous at first, just a thin cut from one of the goblins’ blades. But, despite the prayers of the initiates and the salves and remedies that have been used the wound simply refuses to mend, and we fear that he may lose the leg.

I myself have even tried some of my meagre powers that Pelor shines through me to no avail. His Radiant Servant has taken personal interest in Robin’s affliction and has ordered Gilmorril, the scout, to find some particular herbs and medicinal plants. He believes that Robin has contracted some form of disease from the goblin blade, their decadent and putrified lifestyle causing even their weapons to drip with filth. His view is that the wound will not heal until the disease has been cured.

Gilmorril left this morning, with the dwarf Rindall Blackstout in tow. I’m sure the two of them will be able to fulfil His Radiant Servant’s request and bring back the much needed medicines swiftly. Gilmorril headed out towards the east, inland, hoping to find the plants and survey the area more thoroughly in one journey.

For Robin’s sake, I hope the pair of them return quickly.

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