For the attention of all charged with the protection of Cove,As ye hath surely discussed with him already, Garshinkle and I lost the hunt in his misguided but courageous actions. Thankfully he was able to see the folly of his nonetheless brave actions at the last moment.
We made our way alone to the end of the desert where we were unable to rejoin the hunt for it had passed through a moongate of unknown destination. Garshinkle faced his inner turmoil.
We resolved to head back to Cove for no other options were available and Garshinkle was bleeding. He expressed fear that the undead may assault us on our course.
His fears were vindicated as we neared Cove, and I confess my own eagerness to deal a blow to the fiends took over my mind.
To bring us to the centrepiece of my report, our undead assailant did speak words of deep concern, and they resonate in my mind in this late hour.
We kept the creature at bay but it seemed to not even wish to attack in earnest, just mock and goad us.
As the creature took his flight, and given Garshinkle's injuries, I made the call we should return. Though if I speak the truth, I felt the creatures power radiating as if it sucked all light from the atmosphere surrounding it- to make chase was the furthest action from my mind. How hollow my former bravado in Yew felt in that moment...I hath dealt with some undead in my time, but these are of a different nature.
If I may make a small suggestion, given these troubling words I would ask Garshinkle is not sent on any errands alone beyond Cove proper until the threat is abated. I intend to delve into the ancient Church texts to learn as much as possible about this elevated threat to Cove.
Virtus unita fortiori.
Initiate Danaeyl
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