A Birdie Flown Barti and Berta, I know you're angry with me. An old woman prattling on about her silly dreams of giant stags. I am sorry for provoking the Banneret. Perhaps you're all right, this old Birdie has flown the coop at last. I'm gone now to the place where the trees still glow. I know you'll not come looking.
Laid To Rest My manor—the locus of my dignity—has been reduced to naught but ash... Lay the spirits responsible to rest, for my lad's sake.
The Fungal Lord A plea from a forager of the Roods: I have smelt the spores of a Fungal Lord, one that has taken perch upon our hills. Its summon requires one to place a Toe of Ode, a Neathcap, and a Jaden Drop near its lair. There can be no hunt when such a predatory fruiting body still draws breath. Slay the Fungal Lord, I beseech.