Taking his advice Thorryn signals Nasze to attack as he steps up and takes a swing.
The onslaught drops the deranged human in his tracks. He is extremely wounded, but breathes shallowly.
Look up the Gnome grins, turns an scurries over to Jerrik.
"Upstairs." Pointing up and nodding.
The footsteps stop. In the corner of the ruined building emerges the wraith. It jerks and hisses in a cold voice, "I wassss done here."
The wraith then shakes itself, as if it felt a chill then shrieks and sinks into the ground. There is an audible 'pop' sounds followed by the collapse of bones onto the wooden walkway. The wraith does not return.
Looking around for more enemies, Aleksara swears in Draconic.
"What in the hells?"
Quanah takes back to the air and flies back and forth across the area where the zombies are impaled on the walls, using her disrupt undead cantrip to slowly destroy them.
Over time, Quanah puts down the trapped wretches. While airborne she sees significant damage from some past battle and absolutely no signs of life. The chartered group explores the ruins as she silences the zombies, but finds little of value. Ransacked rooms have been stripped of valuables and scorch marks in the upper sections of the fort show where fighting was fierce. In one room upstairs is a multi-pocketed backpack with coins spilling out of it and a pile of objects nearby. It would appear The Eternal Stag Lord had been packing it's lucre before abandoning the fort.
By the end of a long day destroying zombies and thoroughly investigating the collapsing compound, the elderly druid regains consciousness, but refuses to speak at all.
Aleksara notes the location as she cleans her blade and puts it away.
"Unless this place is truly haunted, it is a very defensible location. We could get it up and running as a basic fortifications in a couple of seasons...with time and money. If we get that far, in a few years after we could build a stone tower too with the right help."
Carefully unrolling a map scroll. The Gnome scans it intently for a moment before making a notation. looking up he says.
"Agreed. This place has potential. Now we should start aggressively exploring the remaining territory."
Aleksara looks pensive for a moment, then hooks a thumb towards the complaining prisoner.
"But what do we do with our prisoner there? He seems...a bit insane."
Quanah lands with a whoosh and shrugs as she folds her wings away. "He's part of the banditry problem, is he not?" she says. "Execute him, or take him back to Oleg's to face justice. But ostensibly we are in charge, as we have the charter."
Thorryn takes a look around at everybody.
"Is everybody alright, anybody need healing? Do we need to rest before we go out?"
Jerrik focuses his will inside himself and summons his holy vision, scanning the old man for any signs of evil influence.
"He may be part of the banditry problem, but he's not like the others. There is more to this one and it would be best to discover exactly what that is before he faces his sentence."
"We'll rest here for the night. Spread out and start searching. Keep an eye out for any magical auras. This place may yet hold more surprises."
"Thank you Thorryn. I seem to have taken a scratch or two along the way."
"Let's make sure we haven't missed anything before we move on," says Quanah. "I think we should return to Oleg's so that we can send a letter back to Restov about our successes here."
Tenzi casually saluted Jerrik and scurries off to search the place.
Pausing at Q's comment.
"Yes, the Family will be glad to hear of our success, and somewhat disappointed that I have survived so far." He says with a grin.
Thorryn walks up to Jerrik and places his hand over his wound. After reciting a spell his hand begins to glow with a healing light.