We -- I should say, I -- argued with Grim Ben before we set off. He had no care, no need for others. Though the leader made sure to send some of his "best" with us.
We found the stump the bears had sent us too, and though it was infested with spiders we made it under and through successfully. It led through a grotto to another part of the woods (I felt at home, how strange), and we came upon a fort in the middle of the woods.
In concert, Grim's men pulled out jars of clear, awful-smelling liquid and old rags. Curie clocked it: "explosives?", but they only grunted.
Lily talked everyone down, and sooner rather than later we were off.
On our way back to Erta, we passed through Old Carl's acreage: and found him dead, attacked by minotaurs. It was bizarre and horrifying, and I found myself stampeding into the center of their hateful troupe to strike fear of the divine itself. Curie and Venrick slew them without hesitation, and the entire encounter left me empty inside. I do not know what to feel.
Lily investigated the creatures further, and discovered a grove leading to a maze of sorts. The minotaur's once-home, we all reasoned.