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We apologize for the brevity of the following report.  At this time, we cannot always assure the depth and accuracy of our information.  If you wish to add detail about the events of the last gather, you are welcome and encouraged to send missives to the above address.

Woodhaven at last:  Finally free of Adron, many adventurers find themselves relieved to be in the (nominally) safer barony of Woodhaven.  A beautiful weekend greets them, with only one severe shower late in the afternoon on the second day.  A full moon lights the night, keeping the fields bright with the silver-soft glow of reflected sunlight, shining down like the eye of a demon in the sky, keeping the paths bright so long as the clouds remained far on the horizon.

Moonhowlers:  Some occurrences of werewolves were seen throughout the nights, however it is unclear as to their purpose and nature, as if they were only there to illustrate the fullness and brightness of the silver moon.

It’s not easy being green:  The last gather was host to black trolls and some of the normal sort of goblins and trolls that we usually see at many gathers. Late in the second day, a horde of orcs had thieved some oaken elf babes, only to murder them in bloody sacrifice.  A group of adventurers came to the rescue, and managed to revive the tiny newborns, and obliterated the orc town.  The children were eventually safely returned from whence they came.

Are all farmers bad news?  A farmer did come in to town asking for help from younger, less seasoned adventurers (the general theory being that older adventurers would know better than to go anywhere near a farmer who is asking for help).  His vegetable garden had become quite overgrown and unruly, and it was up to the younger adventurers to tame the wild vegetables.  A carrot was brought into town for tasting, but was deemed quite bitter and unpalatable.

Tick-Tock winds the clock:  A lone adventurer was captured by some wayward clockwork beasts, who were followed to their lair before they turned on the would-be rescuers and nearly destroyed them.  However, a few brave souls escaped and returned with more help.  By the time back-up had arrived, that first captive had already been converted into a clock-work creature himself, yet he was shortly restored to full living and breathing function, as soon as the beasts of metal and magic were dismantled.