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[On one side of this page, a hand-drawn map depicts a northern grotto bordering the Ebonlake. An attacker's account marks the other.]
One of the drugning shrooms sensed us and split. Chunky one, too. Month's worth of soup, at least. The rest were too busy droning to put up a fuss.
Nere pays us, and I'm bolting for Mantol-Derith, Thrinn's orders be damned. They got eelsteak, mineral mead, and top-land food of all sort. Clan can't live on fungus alone.