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The mysterious chef has his finger in many pies it would seem. He chit-chats a bit with the party and expresses some alarm at the notion that the frostgiant-dragon hybrid is loose in the wilds and seems to take this as an important event – but neglects to go into finer detail.

He accepts the severed head of the giant leader as proof of completion and thanks the group for their efforts. Next on the agenda is an excursion that might be more challenging. On the far side of Black Angel Woods is a bog. In that bog there is a lair, a rare lair, a steaming lair. In that lair there is a crown. A rare crown, a witch’s crown. The witch’s crown is of some renown and the group is tasked with obtaining and returning the item. All other plunder is theirs to keep...

Advancing across the cavernous entry, the group enters the dining hall, just in time to witness an ogre disappearing into a room lit by flickering light – presumably the kitchen. They move as silently as possible to avoid alerting anyone important – but that plan comes to an end when one of the serving ogres exits into the dining hall from another direction.

Ok then – the silenced zombie giant moves to block the exit from the room while Digin leads the party in the wholesale slaughter of the trio of servants and a frost giant matron in the kitchen area. Along the way a pack of dire wolves join the fray, but are not able to knock down or damage the plucky dwarf. In fact, the only damage Digin sustains comes at the hands of his party members firing missiles into the fray...