In recent weeks, a great tragedy and controversy has arisen in the east-central shires of the Barony. Normally the nobles of the land would take little heed to the outcry of the gnomes and pastoral country folk there (who often make a great fuss of a month of bad weather, calling for the court wizards of Baron’s Hold to take a hand and set the weather to fair for the rest of the year), but this matter seems to be rather serious. By now news of it has spread across the heart of the Barony and even to the court of the Baron himself.