Part 3: The Spider's Web

The banshee laughs, a surprisingly melodic sound, "I like your honesty, boy," she says as she takes the comb from you, "What is your question? I'll provide only one answer, so make it a good one!"

"I traded that spellbook to a necromancer by the name of Tsernoth, who said he was from Iriaebor. That was more than 100 years ago now," she informs you, apparently truthfully.

It's only midday now, but you're sure that you won't be able to make it to the Old Owl Well before dusk. Where would you like to make camp for the night?

You make it back to Conyberry a few hours before the sun sets and make camp in a mostly-intact building. The night passes uneventfully and you wake in the morning ready for another day of do-gooding.

You begin heading south the next morning. The mostly flat ground soon turns to rolling foothills, slowing your progress just a little bit. It's several hours before you come across what you're looking for. As you crest a low ridge, you spy the crumbling ruins of an old watchtower standing amid the rugged hills. The place is so old that the walls are only mounds of rubble enclosing a courtyard of sorts, adjacent to the broken stump of an old tower. A colorful tent has been set up in the middle of the courtyard, but no on is in sight. The smell of death wafts up from the direction of the old tower.

Xora can't see a well from the ridge that you are all standing on.

Stormsong makes his way down to a gap in the rubble and peers in. He sees an old well in the courtyard, which wasn't visible from their spot on the wall. He also sees about a dozen zombies stumbling around near the tent. They don't seem to have noticed him.