Sometime in the two weeks after Utiog has been defeated. The group has gathered at the inn to discuss and share.
“I’ve been thinking about the nature of The Dead God. The one who wanders She-Who-Is-Fierce’s hunting ground.
‘He mourns and weeps and is quite unseemly’
Gnolls enslaved by the Dark Hand are trying to find the last of Him.
He weeps because of an ancient wound that is fed with blood daily. This wound is feasted on by The Made… or possibly whomever made The Made.”
“Have I overlooked or forgotten anything about this dead, weeping god?”