"I didn't get the full story," Johanna said, pushing a light job to keep up with him, though moving carefully enough to avoid tripping. "She limped back; apparently they'd hurt each other. I did catch that our spy is a spellcaster, but I'm not sure what all occurred."<br/><br/>They'd arrive, before too long, at what looked like an abandoned farmstead. And old barn and farmhouse sit amidst a yard overgrown with a riot of weeds. A large well sits in the midst of it all, a heavy capstone rolled off to the side. The interior of the well glows faintly.