In Search of Something Known
Patchwall, YR 1 of The Seer's New Greyhawk Orthodox Calendar. Time: early evening.
To be frank, the party's a bit lopsided with the time/date. Seems like you've been down here for a week, but you can't say for sure. There were at least two stops in the wizard's lab for rest and study and meditation. Perhaps three. That was after the first visit with the ghast, the shadow and the...whatever the hell that monstrosity was that fought Myrrick (monster skeleton). Oh, yeah and a night in the room that went to nowhere...yes, topsy-turvy is about the right word for it.
Now fatigue settles in - all this moving about, but not really sure where you're going or what the point is. All of which is made worse when you note Weasel face down in his own blood. The boy, well, young man, isn't moving.
Turning him over reveals bite and claw marks that are vile. It is quite clear he is dead. As sadness comes over you at the fall of a comrade, a sudden worry sinks in: what happens to someone who's bitten by a ghoul. You all have heard rumors...it is a sobering thought.
Finally, some good news, there's a chest in Dining area that somehow went unnoticed.