Brougham couldn't join us on our pilgrimage this weekend, so we went together later only me and him. Surely I am a good enough body guard for my weak, but oh so sweet, friend. When we were but minutes from Uther's grave, we ran into this real handsome Corporal, Gorginave. She asked us where we were heading, and we told her we was going to pay our respects to the Lightbringer.

"Ah, I had better escort you, you can not be too careful in these trouble times," she told us, and then she cut us a path through undead evilies to the tomb. I am confident that I could have done as much myself, but after the long travel Driva is quite glad she didn't have to.

Brougham put a hammer on Uther's grave, but his ghost didn't appear this time.