End of the Job

Well, we discovered the hidden bits of the tomb — and it was no small feat. I give credit to Sand fer his sharp eyes. Too clever by half, but not a bad sort. We recovered the artifact we were sent t’ retrieve and managed t’ find a few pretties of our own. Truth be told, the tomb turned out t’ be the easy bit.
 
We went back t’ town and met up wi’ Osberht’s lads — I reckoned they were priests, by their garb — an’ we gout our pay. We settled down fer a decent meal and a bowl of Old Mugwort when Osberht comes down, all a-panic, and says his lads were murdered!
 
Turns out some girl masqueraded herself as a servin’ wench, sneaked up an’ slaughtered th’ poor fellows unawares. Grabbed the artifact, too. Sand found some clues an’ we’re followin’ up. More as we figger it.