There's a collective gasp from the group, as the bow is revealed, and the leader gingerly trots forward, and holds out her hands to take it. "Thank you. This... was stolen from us, by a band of spriggans. It is... very important to our people."<br/><br/>AS she holds the bow, she falls quiet and somber, for a few moments "Vordakai," she said, eventually, prompting murmurs and worried sounds from the surrounding camp. "What you describe sounds like the work of Vordakai. He is a figure of... nightmares. A powerful warlord, from the time of the mother tribes, said to possess power of legends. I wish I could tell you more, but... much of our history was lost, following our defeat in the recent conflicts we have had." She sighed, heavily. "But... there is a place where you might learn more. It is known as Olah-Kakanket - the Valley of the Dead. It is a place that we do not tread; it is a place we watch over. It is a cursed place. But, in recent weeks, one of my huntresses claimed to have seen a strange and frightful shape lumbering amid the stones of Olah-Kakanket. I wonder if, perhaps, the humans of Varnhold with their insatiable curiosity and drive to expand and conquer might have entered Olah-Kakanket, and if this, perhaps, might be tied to the vanishing. This land may contain the clues you need to continue your search."