She continues. "Monsters grow bold, leaving their holes to roam places they should not. The dead have been seen walking in the nearby crypt. Worst of all, there have been... abductions. Villagers, children, gone missing in the middle of the night."
Halla sits back down, as though suddenly tired again. "Even the weather seems foul... winter is coming upon us early, but there must be more. The circle of warmth around Kuldahar is receding, it's magical protection fading." She looks up. "The Archdruid asks for aid from the Ten Towns."
Hrothgar pauses in his pacing and seems to be staring hard at a spot on the wall. Everard is peering at Halla over a steeple of gauntleted fingers.