And so it happened that the Moonwhispers took off as watchmen on the Uldoon trail, and they sucked at it. First encounter and everything went wrong. Some were fighting the goblins who attacked the caravan, others gave up, by all standards, it was ridiculous. But the one thing the enemy did wrong was to let us live, that is gonna cost them in the long run. The good thing was that we actually had a learning curve and when you start low there is a chance of going up and so we did. After the rescue from the Goblincamp we came to the city of Uldoon and were had great lodging there, as always "free stuff" comes with a price and the city mayor Sir Garland, sweettalked Caius Moonwhisper into service, and by doing that we all became involved. "Just a little job, they said", almost 3 of us died in the process. Never have we seen rats like that, they were so disgusting, and big. But we did it, we found missing townsfolk and we freed the the old catacoms and the Chaunteashrine. There were some issues within the group, one were blamed for being a little unhygenic and smelly, another seemed to run away from a fight, but seen overall the group worked well together. Now everyone is taking a rest at the citycouncils expence. Gruff Grimcleaver is spending time in the church of Chauntea were he studies the shrines of the other Gods, Gond and Tyr. Gruff works hard as a forge cleric to make a name of himself, but somehow it seems that all of his good intentions to help the townsfolks of Uldoon, as very few residents has the capability to understand him as he only writes and understands Dwarvish, and it seems as if people has regrets to ask for his service, but that won't stop Gruff from being helpful.