The evening began with the questioning of the sole remaining robber from the group who had set upon the party as they returned from the docks. His feet burned away by T’kar’s grim acid, the thief was in shock, but was able to babble that the attack on the party was a simple robbery, nothing more. Despite the party’s suspicions that they were targeted for assassination, they were eventually convinced. Olaramus arrived and scolded the party for carrying a mutilated body in plain sight through a Bolt-friendly tavern. Although the party had resolved to turn the simple thief over to the police, Olaramus instead slit his throat, draining the blood carefully into a chamber pot, saying that the Bolt did not need stories of a dragonborn and a bunch of fey cutting their way through the underworld. He listened to the tale and agreed to arrange for a boat out to the Lizard’s Claw at first light.
The next morning, the party arrived at the ricketiest, eastern-most dock and met with Nahailthe red-bearded dwarf and two sturdy humans who would take them out to the Claw. They set on their way, talking about the geography and history of the area and even beginning to discuss the economics and union politics of the lighthouse workers. After a day and night of travel, the party was deposited on the shore for a short walk through a boggy swamp to the bridge leading to the Lizard’s Claw lighthouse.
Encountering a giant tangler beetle, the party confidently engaged it, and brutalized it fairly effectively. But the sound of battle drew a giant constrictor snake out of a nearby pool, and Torinn quickly found himself battling the bloody beetle buddy-less as the rest of the party surrounded the constrictor snake, which seized and nearly crushed T’kar before he was able to slip away. The snake then seized Noor and crushed her in its coils, leaving her perilously close to death before G’yest gutted it with his duelist’s blade. T’kar forced a healing potion down the blue-faced Noor’s throat, and the three of them charged to help Torinn (who was dripping with sticky fluid) finish off the beetle.
Finally the party arrived at the lighthouse. Observing Mervyl the lighthouse-keeper heading into his house, the party descended to the home to greet him, only to be met by the crone Hildebrand, Mervyl’s mother-in-law. Mervyl was nowhere to be seen—“out getting fuel for the light”, oddly, according to Hildebrand. His wife and child were “away visiting relatives in Furia”, and Hildebrand claimed to have seen nothing strange, no wrecked ships, etc. (and the party could find no debris on the point). Once inside, though, the party smelled an odd, awful, rotting smell. Noor “accidentally” opened the door to the bedroom whence the rotting came, but could see little in the dim light. Hildebrand offered the party some fish stew, but by this point everyone was too spooked to accept it. She then offered to lead the party to find Mervyl at the fuel depot and G’yest slipped away to “go to the toilet” while the rest of the party were led back towards the way they came, growing more suspicious with each passing moment. Finally, Torinn seized the old woman and roared in her face to stop toying with him. The old woman responded by crying…or was it laughing? She tore off her “face” to reveal a green, grizzled, monstrous face—a hag! Immediately the party fell upon her with weapons, but she teleported away and summoned a monstrous shambling mound from a painted circle on the ground.
The battle was long and hard. G’yest ran in from the north and joined the fray. The hag fell quickly, but the shambler kept healing the damage the party caused (when it was able to land a blow at all). Soon, all the party’s powers and energy were expended, yet the shambler fought on. It seized G’yest and dragged him inside its earthen body, feeding on him with horrible sucking noises and healing the wounds the rest of the party inflicted upon it with increasingly desperate blows. Finally, the awful moment came when the sounds of G’yest’s struggles ceased, and the party knew he was dead. A red haze fell over the party’s vision, and when it cleared the shambler was dead. They sadly cut their friend’s lifeless corpse from the compost heap that had slain him.