"Jevik’s farm lies on the north edge of town, a location that fits well with the man’s sour nature. Jevik has few friends in Iadenveigh, and his surliness stems from a hard life filled with misfortune that resulted in a not completely unjustified paranoia. Jevik’s complaints about monsters, mutants, bandits, and metal men interfering with his farming are something of a local joke, but his latest complains to the Deadeye Council seem different to me—more plausible, I suppose, if only because Jevik seemed unusually sober when he spoke to the council 5 days before. I had meant to go check on the situation at the farm several times already, but other responsibilities combined with Jevik’s established record of false alarms conspired to delay the task. With you here, though... I think it might be wirht the time. Especially since he hasn't been to town in three days; not terribly unusual for him, as one of the only farmers living outside the walls, but..."<br/><br/>The man shrugged. "It's likely another false alarm, but maybe there's something to what he says, and you all can help me find it."