Five set out this morning for the Caves of Myrddin: Harold the Adequate, Sneaky Roger, Celumir the Elf and his Hopeless Loser, and Pavel the Great, the world's least dressed halfling. Only four came back. Can you guess which one didn't? The other four rolled into the Abbey with two barrels of ancient wine aged to perfection. The next 200gp spent on carousing will retroactively purchase this wine.
Since today's PCs didn't immediately carouse and the one NPC died, there's not much else I can report except for this little fact: From the Abbey you can see smoke rising out of the south tower of the ruins of Dundagel.
Someone has woke up the dragon.