So, we followed a lead provided by our talkative otter friend (it turns out his name is Abraham) and it led us to a shrine of sorts in honor of Hydrangea. This shrine wasn't left well enough alone however, some cluster of small goblin-like big lima bean-headed potato people were guarding it. Apparently, these pint-sized prunes have bought into the idea that a human would be capable of tearing a fey limb from limb and scattering the reduced remains across a large landmass. The two humans in our party took it upon themselves to forge a clever means of communicating with these deformed dolts in a (successful?) attempt to clear their names. Avantis used some kind of a magic spell to represent what we believe had happened and Shade cast another spell, allowing him to understand what they're saying. That is of course, after he'd already shot at a few of them and defused the problem he caused. In any event, I don't speak the language of these little lumps, but I have a feeling that they were left questioning their own judgement after our conjunction. They allowed us to inspect the remains and what I saw was almost as unnerving as the tiny tater tots themselves, I wasn't joking when I said that this thing (or things?) tore the lass apart. There wasn't much left to inspect. What little we did gather though is that there's almost no possible way that any human could cause the visceral damage that had befallen on this poor, defenseless creature. I wish I could say that this put my mind at ease, but now I'm more skeptical and uncertain than ever before. I don't know what to make of any of this, but I am certain that we haven't even scraped the tip of the iceberg on it yet.