Better Dungeon-keeping

After defeating the denizens of this cave complex, our ranks have grown; two adventurers have joined us in our efforts to investigate the evil goings-on here in the Shadowfell Keep. Max, a diminutive gnome mage, and his bodyguard, Drew, have offered their services to our party. The safe room that Balgron was apparently fleeing towards seems to be suitable as a makeshift base of operations during our campaign to clear out the evil things dwelling here. To make things diplomatic, we drew straws to determine who would remain behind to secure the room and watch the party's rear flank to ensure there are no surprises.

I "won".

This Balgron creep was not a very cleanly fellow. I should not be surprised; hobgoblins are disgusting creatures. It took me a good several hours just to clear out the filth from this hole. I was able to scour the goblin barracks for enough unsullied materials (bedding and food supplies) to make it some semblance of "livable". It certainly pales in comparison to even the lowest of accommodations, but it will have to do.

It appears that my allies are making some headway into the mysteries of the Keep itself. Not long ago, a shadowy serpent slithered its way into our hideout. Nearly scared the piss out of me, just appeared out of nowhere. Apparently, they came across some altars to my Lord Bahamut and needed some draconic translations. It was easy enough and they have successfully parleyed with a helpful spirit, a former commander of this structure and a fellow follower of the Platinum Dragon. I feel obligated now to rid this place of the evil that infests it; for his sake and for those helpless to stop it.