Brom was beginning to flag after a solid hour of digging. He rested a moment, mopped his brow and considered that if what they had heard was true, this would probably be the end of the trio's successful partnership. He had enjoyed working with the two younger men, but enjoyed the thought of returning home with such great riches more. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the dull thud of shovel against stone. He felt an excitement that he had not experienced on the job for many years, even so he warned his two companions to stay calm as they widened the breach enough until it was adequately sized. The preparations were completed. Brom lit his lantern and inaudibly wished the spheres' good will upon them, gagging slightly on the putrid air as he sunk into the inky darkness below.

In High Sun last year, the Goblin King sent a group led by the administrator of the Wolfhold Scouts Master Kosior to deal with a highly personal matter. No reports have been received from this group for many moons now and considering the personal nature of their task his majesty wishes a group investigate both immediately and discretely.