Re: Episode 2: Phandalin
The party arrives at Conyberry within a half days travel to the northwest without any trouble. The town is ruined just as Hamun had indicated. The forest grows dark and still as the trail winds deeper into the trees. Heavy vines and thick layers of moss drape the branches, and the air is noticeably colder than it was in the ruined village. Rounding a bend in the trail, you see a screen made from the warped branches of trees standing close together, woven into a domelike shelter in the shadows. A low doorway leads inside.
The party approaches cautiously through the low doorway inside.
A home of sorts is sheltered within the dome of woven branches. It is sparsely furnished with chests, shelves, a table, and a reclined couch, all of it old and of elven craft.
A few brief moments pass before The air grows cold, and a powerful feeling of dread grips you. A cold, pale light flickers in the air, rapidly taking on the form of a female elf, her hair and robes waving in a spectral wind. She might have been beautiful once, but a hateful expression twists her features now. "Foolish mortals," she snarls. "What do you want here? Do you not know it is death to seek me out?"
Yarabon and Taten quickly look at each other and reach for their weapons before Og holds out a hand to stop them. Xelael steps back out of the home but within eyesight clearly disturbed by the unnatural being.
We apologize for disturbing you Agatha we seek your assistance but we never sought to disturb your rest. We seek some information about the Old Owl Well.
Agatha sneers. The matters of the living mean nothing to me. Leave my home! she screeches as she dissipates
The party decides since it cannot get the information from Agatha to send Hamun away and since they don't wish battle with him that it would be best to return to Daran Edermath and report what they have found and allow the locals in Phandalin to decide what's best to do about the well.