1.1 Madness and Prophecy

As you drag Myrneth away back towards the Inn you realise that he's been clutching a sheaf of documents and parchment to his chest and it falls to the ground as you pull him away. Picking up and reading the parchment you see that it's comprised of a number of documents which make repeated mention of a giant cocoon, massive eggs and the end of the world. One document jumps out as the odd one out in this rambling collection. It appears to be a flyer for a ferry company.
Meanwhile Eleanor cradles her daughter Amalia who is slowly coming to her senses. The girl appears muddled and is humming the strange sound you heard as you enter the alley.

On arrival at the Inn, you show the innkeep (now looking more than a little concerned after the evenings events) the flyer. "Never heard of it" he says "Well, not until the other day anyway when I found this on one of the tables as I was locking up." A small tinder box is produced from under the bar, distinctly marked "Charon Ferry Company. From Sunset to Sunrise." He turns the tinderbox over to reveal that the underside of the box is decorated with an intricately carved map.

The innkeeper says "I'm glad you asked me that because that's been puzzling me as well. You see, that there is Havenwest Meadow (points at area on tin). It's recognisably the meadow. But there's no river runs through the meadow like the map suggests. You'd need a cart to cross that meadow, not a ferry boat. Probably got it engraved out of town I 'spect. Poor local knowledge."

The girl comes round some more but can only talk of the most lilting, beautiful song she ever heard in her life.

The box opens easily and contains nothing more than you'd expect a tinderbox to contain. Flint, firesteel, some sulphur-tipped matches and tinder in the form of what looks like dried hemp.

The Barman is still musing over the map. He asks you to pass him the flyer. "Hmm. Asphodel Meadow. Never 'eard of it. That's Havenwest Meadow. Well I'll be damned. It's a mystery sure enough. Now, what will you be drinking?"

Myrneth opens his eyes with a start and mutters "The end of the world. The cocoon. Quickly" then slumps forwards off the bench, hitting his head on the stone floor.

The Innkeeper looks at Elke "I don't ask any questions when anything strange happens these days. Best not to know. And besides, customers is customers. There int much passing trade since the mists came. I start probing too deeply and maybe this instant trade might stop."

"If you ask me though, Havenwest Meadow is where you want to start. Maybe they's gone dug a stream since I was last there. God knows. But I don't like the look of Myrneth over there. Whatever's after him then I'd rather you took it to the meadow with you than to my public house."