Having slaughtered all those who stood between them and their goal of a stolen wagon, our intrepid adventurers sallied forth and collected their due. 120 gp to be exact, but who’s counting? Okay, I guess I am. Having made a name for ourselves in the “wagon defense/recovery” business, we were able to arrange passage to Tyr in exchange for our scouting and defense of a caravan for Tuvok, a Dwarven merchant. In Tyr, the group was able to meet with Dun-Paul, an apothecary and associate of Artemus. The next day, we spoke with Tuvok again, as he had expressed an interest in hiring us for some further work. He revealed that bandits had attempted to blackmail his trade group for information about a place called “the face in the stone”. Tuvok, of course, had no knowledge of such a place, but mentioned a passage from a song that might help us find it: where the devils horns threads the tunnel in the sky a stony visage rarely blinks it’s hollow eye. 102 XP for the session.