Grumbles and grunts echoed across the Basin as gruff orc-like voices
shouted about their hard work to the unmoved demands of an orclach.
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, Spider-tender Athree, Chaplain Marcella
n'Lochli were the firsts to arrive, soon followed by Countess Kalas
Cyna. The orclach in charge, Hethklyff Ruag, explained the incompetence
of the hired orcs and their refusal to continue to dig having hit
something "too 'ard master".

Soon the excavation site for Hethklyff's new home was a flurry of mud
and dirt, as everyone helped dig in. Layers of gravediggers upon
gravediggers and rockeaters did not deter the noble adventurers! Even if
they stopped the meek and bumbling orcs. From beneath the rest, a
heavily scarred chest rose the surface covered in dirt though still
locked through the ages.

At first making claim to the item, Hethklyff saw its worthlessness and
let the helpful group around him have it. With no alternative at their
disposal, each attempted to break the chest open. After resisting
several attempts, the chest broke open and disintegrated while a
blackened parchment fell to the ground from inside. Far too fast for
anyone to realise until too late, the Countess absconded with the
parchment with many thanks to Hethklyff for its discovery.

The mighty orclach was grateful for their assistance, with worried
remarks about his wife's temper, and thanked everyone. To further
assist, shovels were provided and the bumbling, clumsy orcs were removed
of their addled flesh brains in favour of animated skeletons to
Hethklyff's approval.

Still today Hethklyff digs for the day he will bring his bride to a
brand new home, made by his hands, but what did he care about a
worthless chest and some old parchment...? Perhaps that parchment was
worth something after all like that one fellow, Laurent, later
explained?

Penned by My hand on the 5th of Kiani, in the year 480 CE.