Akiros gave a heavy sigh, at the sight of it. "There's another crossing... I think about thirty miles downriver. I wasn't with the party that did... this, but I knew of it, shortly after it happened. This was caused by the Stag Lord, himself, after the man who owned this place refused to let them pass for free. So, yes... this was a good spot for a crossing," he agreed.<br/><br/>As the bell's tone rings out over the area, though, a sudden groan comes from the waters below. There, standing<em>on</em>the river is a putrescent, rotting man, clutching a polearm in his grasp. His free hand points towards the group, and he calls out to them in an eerie, soggy voice: “You are not my tormentors. Throw the Stag Lord’s body into the river that I may look upon his death, or join me instead.”