Old Gregg, you are a kind hearted Vrill, an excellent tracker, and your humor knows no bounds. I know you were worried about a fight and found safety. It turns out the group that approached knew Master Overkill and they are leading us to Troker.
I wanted to tell you thank you from this fuzzy peach to you. Your healing potion, showing me the way to my tribe’s home, leading back to the dragon, helping me care for the slain of my tribe. You have my thanks and you deserved to hear this in person from all of us. May you find your happiness, in one shoe or another.
>>> Written by Xerx’ses Goldenflail,
upon nighttime / pre-dawn of the 2nd of Kym-nark-mar the year 111. <<<
Old Gregg picture from Ryan Crosby.